#AND THEN IZAYA'S EMBARRASSMENT AND HIDING HIS FACE

[chickensoup-4-mysoul]

herculean (drrr x f!reader) - chapter 2

chapter 2 - Fashion Patrol

synopsis: You meet the Raira trio and take an extra special liking to a certain shy, bespectacled girl.

word count: 2,401

A/N: i make a lot of references to the reader being foreign, and easy to pick out. i write from the perspective of a black person, but i also think that it's the way that the reader dresses and acts that makes it obvious that she's not from here!

warnings: N/A

"i wanna know just how far i can go every direction seems to stretch out to no end, oh i could wait for all my life, and never feel the time was right might break or bend but some things you have to pursue,, come true - khai dreams, forrest, biskwiq, and wizard island

The clock on your bedside table shines almost obnoxiously among the darkness of your room.

6:30 AM

You heave a sigh. Your body had no business. No right. To awaken you from sweet sweet slumber like this. You blame jet lag and first day excitement.

Technically, you were here last night, but this would be your first full day! First day of watching early morning work traffic, first day of seeing foreign faces in broad daylight, first day of watching the sunrise...

That reminds you! You shimmy out from under your sheets, ignoring the cool morning air and the press of cold wooden floor against your feet. You run your fingers against the silk of the curtain, relishing in the smooth feeling before pulling it back. 

The warmth from the sun radiates onto you as light floods your room. Still mixed with deep oranges and pinks, the brightness doesn't pierce your eyes quite yet, but bathes you in serenity. The perfect wakeup call.

Father really spoiled you, landing you in an apartment like this. It was the penthouse of the building with a beautiful viewpoint. You had front row seats to the sunrise, accentuating the fluctuating skyline of the city. 

Pulling a comfy robe over your now shivering body, you slide open the door to your bedroom and descend towards the kitchen. The place looked beautiful in approaching daylight. You couldn't say that you had taken quite enough time to appreciate it last night as you stumbled into the dark space, stripped down to your undergarments and threw yourself into bed.

It was spacious, with little walls as separation. You slipped past the couch to enter the kitchen, immediately grabbing the electric kettle and filling it with water. Some tea would be the cherry on top to this peaceful morning. 

A content smile graced your lips. Hopefully the day is just as peaceful.

...

"Now, now, I'm not sure I appreciate such an accusatory tone."

Izaya's  lips curled into an unamused frown at the pointed remarks sounding from the other side of the phone.

"So little faith! So you do care about her wellbeing after all. That's quite interesting, doctor. Quite interesting indeed...Would I be correct to assume that this concern isn't purely altruistic?"

A silence, while prolonged, is not at all empty. Pure, seething animosity seemed to radiate from the small device.

"Hm? Is it still my turn to talk? Well, let me continue then. I assure you, you have nothing to worry about."

Another moment passed before a sigh could be heard on the other line. The other speaker half-heartedly apologized, embarrassed by the loss of composure.

"Just trust me to do my job."

The call was put to an end before another rebuttal was spoken.

"It's weird hearing you speak English," Namie comments from her spot at the bookshelves. She's haphazardly dusting to hide the fact that she was most definitely eavesdropping. "That man call you again?"

Izaya Orihara sighed as he spun in his chair, massaging his temples with his fingertips.

"Yes, seems to have a very particular desire as to how he wants the job done." He leans back in his desk chair, stretching out his back with his arms behind his head. "Can't blame him though, he's certainly paying a lot."

"Is money really that much of a concern for you?" Namie remarks dully, gaze flitting over the grandiose living space that the informant was able to afford. The corner of Izaya's mouth twitches into a smirk.

"The payment is simply an added bonus. This client seems insistent that this job would be... beneficial for me as well."

The woman sighs and ceases further discussion, harboring no desire to even try to fathom the man's motivation. 

...

Nighttime Ikebukuro was exciting. Thousands of glittering towers of light accent the jet black sky, somehow more alive than ever. 

Daytime Ikebukuro, however, carried it's own special charms. Those glittering towers of light are now simply tall buildings. Places of work, living spaces, and shopping centers. Those obscure faces that had blended together the night before were now distinct. You see individual pairs of eyes, mouths pulled into smiles and frowns, hair piled on top of heads or spilling down shoulders.

At night, the city came to life. During the day, the people did.

And so do their senses of style, you think happily. After your morning tea and sunrise, you fell right back asleep. An early start would have been nice, but you would hate yourself if you went out into the real world running on 6 hours of sleep. After you woke back up at a much better hour, you were ready to conquer the world!

Notepad in lap, you were now people-watching, wielding a pencil in one hand and a sweet roll in the other. You had been sitting there for at least an hour, scribbling down notes and even a few sketches of whatever information you deemed important. Patterns that seemed consistent, common cuts and fits, different color schemes. It was a Saturday afternoon, so many had swapped out their school and work uniforms for more casual clothes. Not only that, but many teens were out and about, which you were particularly happy about. They were the next generation--the future and hope of fashion as we know it!

A flash of blonde hair in your peripheral immediately caught your eye. You turned to see a trio, sitting not too far from you. They were young, not a day over high school age (which you're pretty sure is a little younger here). A black haired boy sat next to a girl with a black bob. They well complimented each other, you thought, both dressed conservatively. You liked the boy's color block jacket, you decide. Examining the girl's attire, you wonder if she's covered so thoroughly on purpose. Even under her long, hooded dress (kinda reminds you of Erika's), you could still make out her curvy, buxom frame.

Perhaps she was insecure about it. What a shame, you could picture all sorts of outfits that would do wonders with her body type.

The obtrusive blonde was donned by their third companion, another boy. Compared to the other two, this one didn't want to blend in at all. While his white hoodie and black jeans were typical of any teenage boy, his dye job combined with the shiny piercings and pocket chain (we love a king who knows how to accessorize) clearly indicated that he was a young man that needed to be seen.

Watching the three interact brought a smile to your face. They had a cute dynamic. As you return to writing notes, their conversation suddenly sounds clearer, as if moving towards you.

"Fine then! If you two lovebirds are just gonna push me out like that, I'll find a sweetheart of my own!"

So the girl and black-haired boy were in a relationship, huh? Poor blonde boy, he must feel like such a third--

"Helloooo, miss!"

You're startled by the sudden presence of someone in front of you. Your pen slips from your grip and tumbles onto the floor, eventually stopping at the feet of your new visitor. As they bend down to pick it up, the head of blonde hair is a dead giveaway as to who it was.

"Whoops! Didn't think you'd be that surprised by my dashing good looks!" He offers you the pen like it's some sort of rose. "Couldn't help but notice you making eyes at me! Name's Masaomi Kida, but you can call me the love of your life!"

He's laying it on thick and you are thoroughly amused. Still, you felt a little bad. If he was expecting you to swoon right into his arms, he was sorely mistaken.

"I'll stick with Masaomi. Sorry if I was staring, I love your sense of style!"

You couldn't tell if his surprise was because of your compliment, or you not immediately shooting him down. 

"O-oh, why thank you! Nice to know someone on this earth appreciates my taste."

You stand, feeling it was awkward to have him talk to you while you were still sitting down. He's flustered by the realization that you're taller than him. 

"Of course! Have you ever considered pairing those jeans with a more form fitting top? Oooo maybe even a nice pattern for contrast! A horizontal stripe would really broaden your shoulders."

It was a simple conversation point, you thought. Just a suggestion, one that some could even take as a compliment. Masaomi, however, just looked confused, and maybe even a bit disgruntled by the comment about his shoulders.

"Masaomi, are you bothering random women again? I thought you were just storming off for dramatic effect!"

You spot the approaching forms of Masaomi's friends. As the boy reprimands him--they must go way back--the girl eyes you with harmless interest. At your friendly smile, however, she looks away bashfully. Masaomi gasps, scandalized.

"Mikado, how could you? This is no random woman. This is my long lost friend, my lifelong companion, my dear.....what's your name?"

"(Y/N)."

"(Y/N)--woah say that again?"

"(Y/N)." You sound it out slowly, laughing at his nonsensical behavior. 

He dramatically repeats your name and while he isn't exactly right on the money, you appreciate the effort.

"You two...know each other?" The girl asks. You immediately fall in love with the soft ring of her voice. What an adorable girl!

You cut off Masaomi before he could fabricate anything else, explaining that no, you weren't a long lost lover of his, but he wasn't at all bothering you. 

"So, my identity's been revealed. How about you two? I heard that the black haired boy is Mikado, and you are...?"

Anri, you learn, is a soft spoken girl, but she has an air of attentiveness to her. You'd imagine that, if you had gone to regular school, she would be one of your classmates that always volunteers to answer questions and tutors after class.

"Anri," you repeat, testing the feeling and pronunciation of the girl's name, "I love your haircut! Y'know, I have a pair of earrings that would look absolutely darling with your bob, are your ears pierced?"

Anri raises her fingers to her unpierced ears almost contemplatively. You hope that she's considering it.

"I'm assuming this whole fashion advice habit is sorta your thing, huh?" Masaomi remarks, not bothering to hide the way he was scrutinizing your choice of dress. Eh, he could look all he wanted.

You opted for a dress today, layering it over a simple white t-shirt. Flowing just below your knee, the dress was a cute shade of pastel green, peppered with a purple floral pattern. 

"I guess you could call it that. I'm planning on studying it for the next four years, after all."

"Y-you're a college student!?" Mikado's bewilderment is cute. How old did he think you were?

"Technically no, not yet. I'm taking a gap year right now!"

You end up talking to the three students for a good while. Turns out they're all first years at Raira Academy. Mikado was recently in the same boat as you, having arrived in the city not too long ago. Masaomi, while having calmed down his advances, still continued making innocent passes at you. You pay no mind to it, assuming he was trying--and most likely failing--to make his two friends jealous.

You also find out that Mikado and Anri are not a couple. Although, the way they change color at the implication of them being together was very telling.  Oh yeah, Masaomi was definitely third-wheeling it.

"Anri, you should come over to my place sometime and we can have a sleepover!" You say right as you all decide to go separate ways. You pull up the contact screen on your phone and hand it to her.

She seems hesitant, and almost put off by this. Thankfully, she still puts her number in and hands the device back to you.

"Aw man! Totally snubbed!!" Kida groans. You don't feel guilty enough to keep yourself from laughing.

"Sorry fellas. No boys allowed!"

You send the three one last wave goodbye before they head off, happy to have met more nice people. It was fun getting to know these kids. This was the closest thing you had to interacting with people in your age group. Most of your life was spent sheltered at home and you didn't have very many memories of having friends that weren't private teachers. It was honestly a little lonely. You could only imagine how much you had missed out on...

Realizing how sunken your spirits had gotten, you forced a smile back on your face. None of that matters now. You were in the big city, and you had  already made some awesome friends! Now was a better time than ever to catch up on all of those memories.

Yeah, you decided, I'm gonna take this city by sto--

A man's voice. A vicious battlecry, oozing with rage and intensity. Through the furious growl, you can almost make out a name. 

Something speeds past you, the breeze strong enough to whisk the fabric of your dress. 

Nice jacket, you think, at the sight of a man who at that moment was basically airborne. In broad daylight, his entire form is shrouded with darkness. A dark coat over a dark top and dark pants, topped with dark hair. It's almost in slow motion, the way he ricochets off of a bench, practically flying up onto a nearby streetlamp. 

It's once he lands that you both lock eyes. His gaze is sharp, pinning you in place. Even from the distance, you can see how the corners of his mouth stretch into a smile. It never occurred to you that a smile could be unfriendly. No, this was wolfish; off-putting.

Suddenly, you hear a loud rumbling behind you, as if something had been destroyed. Your staring contest is broken as his focus is now on something behind you. You follow his gaze in curiosity, wondering what could have made such a noise.

A... flying traffic sign. 

A flying traffic sign that was hurtling directly towards you.

It seemed to teleport, how fast it seemed to be inches from you. All you could think to do was raise your arms to your face in a pathetic attempt to protect yourself.

Man, I can't catch a break, can I?

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

What about if Nils dressed in a cosplay for Izaya? How would he react? The cosplay can be something that Izaya likes.

"Oh wow, it looks so cute on you!!" Izaya smiled seeing his boyfriend wearing something like this. Though, he could see how red his sweet hacker became looking at him. He didn't mind wearing the cosplay but why did it have to be something of butler outfit? He was wearing shorts with a long sleeved shirt but the top was short exposing his stomach. He was wearing long knee socks but having cute ears and a tail.

"S..s..s..s.seriously!?! Why this though?? I wasn't expecting you to have me wear this though....i..it's showing a bit much." Nils looks at himself feeling so exposed but yelps feeling Izaya hug him from behind.

"But it looks so cute on you. I always find my little hacker so adorable in anything...and having nothing." he kisses his cheek now seeing his red flushed face.

"S..stop embarrassing me..." he grumbles hiding his face but Izaya smiled happily nuzzling against him.

[happyandticklish]

Make Me

Shizaya Week - Day Five (cigarettes)

Notes: Day 3 & 4? I don’t know her. Anyway, here’s this, because I actually had an idea for this one! One day I will make Shizuo the lee, I swear, but for now, I shall stick with self-indulgently wrecking Izaya’s shit once more. 

“Hey!”

Shizuo glanced up in surprise as Izaya snatched the unlit cigarette out of his mouth. “What the hell?”

“These things will kill you, you know,” Izaya commented, his brows wrinkling in disgust. He waved it around idly as he spoke, casually walking away from the other. “You already have enough people in this town trying to kill you, I hardly think you need something else adding onto your sudden demise.”

“Are you forgetting all the times you attempted to do the same?” Shizuo dodged around passerby’s awkwardly, attempting to catch up with Izaya.

The two had met up at Simon’s that day on accident, mostly. Perhaps Shizuo had let the information slip that he would be there that afternoon, and maybe Izaya had decided that he was coincidentally in the mood for sushi as well. If anyone asked, it was happenstance, a random fluke of life. To call it a date would be ludicrous.

Izaya laughed, gracefully slipping through the crowd with an ease the other lacked. “You get hung up on the smallest things, Shizu-chan. Relax—I’m doing you a favor.”

“Give it back.”

“Make me.”

The words were a challenge, one Shizuo knew well. The urge to destroy Izaya hadn’t fled when feelings encroached on their territory, but instead had merely morphed into new and more intimate modes. There was a playful edge to their taunts now. The lines between fighting and flirting were flimsy, and Shizuo found himself crossing it unconsciously more and more as time went on. Not that he really minded. He was never one for change, but he had to admit, this was a nice one.

Shizuo narrowed his eyes, a teasing grin sliding into place on his features. Izaya’s heart leapt to his throat, as though his body already knew what was to come.

And then he was running.

Pushing past people on the street, Izaya leapt on top of benches, propelling himself forward with a chaotic ease that made others stare. Shizuo felt fire alight in his body once more, a familiar feeling. Only this time, instead of anger, the passion coursing through him was something else entirely—excitement.

“What’s wrong? Running away is the coward’s option you know—come out and face me like a man.”

Izaya threw a glance back only to find Shizuo much, much closer than he had expected. Shit. Giddy laughter built up in his throat, but he shoved it down, tossing back a breezy air as he replied, “Only fools play fair, my dear beast. I thought you would have learned that by now.”

Izaya turned into a corner at the last moment, hoping it would delay the other and give him a second to think. He clutched the cigarette tight to his chest; his fingers had crushed it a little in his haste, rendering it useless should Shizuo actually retrieve it. Not that it mattered. Both knew that wasn’t what this was about, anyway.

Seconds passed by slowly with no sign of the other man, and Izaya exhaled slowly. Maybe he had lost him after all? He turned around to shove the cigarette in his pocket, but before he could he felt a hand grab his wrists, pulling it above his head and pressing him against the wall. Izaya gasped, bracing his impact with his other hand.

“Gotcha,” Shizuo whispered quietly, casually plucking the cigarette from his hand and tossing it to the ground. He had him trapped, his torso bearing into Izaya’s back and his hand pinning him there. Escape would be difficult to be sure.

Izaya smiled, helplessly, closing his eyes and trying to conceal the nervous edge from his voice. “For now. And what happens when you’re in my position later on, hmm? What will you do when you are at the mercy of my will?”

Shizuo slipped his right hand under Izaya’s shirt, his fingers skimming across the trembling skin in unhurried exploration. “We’ll see if you last long enough for then, won’t we?”

Izaya choked on a stifled sound, biting his lip to try to conceal the other noises rising inside him. Nails, featherlight, traced incomprehensible patterns along his ribs that had him arching closer to the wall. “T-This is, e-entirely, ah, uncahalled for!”

“You stealing my shit is uncalled for.” Shizuo dragged his nails down, scratching lightly at his hips. Izaya yelped, his other hand reaching around to slap him away. Shizuo merely danced around the interference, targeting a new spot whenever he tried to protect it. “This, however, is simply the consequences of your own actions.”

“S-Stahap this, heh, y-ohou crehetin!” Izaya giggled, for it was giggling—that was unmistakable. He jumped and twitched underneath the other, his face flushing an embarrassing shade of pink. This was ridiculous. Of all the things Shizuo could choose to do to him, he never understood why tickling was his favorite. It was undignified, childish, and entirely beneath him.

And maybe, just a little, tiny bit, fun.

Not that he would let the other know that, of course.

“Is something the matter?” Shizuo teased, scribbling fingers under his arms to hear the accompanying shriek it produced. It was endlessly entertaining watching the composed man fall to pieces in his arm over something so simple. He never grew tired of it. “Does it tickle too much for the great Izaya Orihara? Is the famous info broker too ticklish to handle this?”

Izaya felt like his body would never be the same hue again at this rate. He wanted to hide his face in embarrassment, or at the very least cover his mouth to conceal the high-pitched laughter escaping him. Unfortunately, every time he tried the tickling would grow more intense and he would be forced to bring it back down again. It was an endless cycle, one he couldn’t help but participate in.

“Having some trouble getting your words out?” Izaya’s fingers had closed about Shizuo’s wrist, but they clung there uselessly, unable to prevent his hand from continuing its ticklish expedition along his torso. Currently, Shizuo clawed at his stomach, a spot that produced the most adorable sounds from the other, his body doubled over in an attempt at vain protection. “How about this—I’ll make it easy for you. Apologize and I’ll let you go. It’s that simple.”

Izaya scoffed incredulously through his laughter, rolling his eyes at the ridiculous proposition. “A-Ahahas ihihif Ihihihi wohohould e-ehehever, geh, ahahapologize to, aha s-shohort-fuhuhused lohohoser lihihike yohohou!”

“Loser, eh?”

Izaya squeaked as Shizuo latched suddenly onto his hips, his thumb pressing directly into the bone in a way that sent electricity shooting throughout his nervous system. He jerked back, his laughter exploding in frantic bursts as he squirmed desperately to get away.

“Ah! WAHAHAIT, SHIHIHIZUHO, NAHAHA!” He shoved uselessly at his hand, trying to dislodge it from the spot to failing efforts. His eyes were screwed shut, his mouth splitting wide in an uncharacteristically genuine grin. “I-IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES, SHIHIHIT!”

“Say you’re sorry.” Shizuo was relentless, not letting up for a moment. The intense tickling on such a sensitive spot was quickly driving Izaya up the wall, and before he knew what he was doing, the words were falling from his lips.

“A-Ah, fihihine, fihihIHIHINE!” He jumped from foot to foot, his laughter dissolving into helpless cackling as he threw his head back. “I’m sorry! Ihihi’m sohoHOHOHORRY! A-Ahahaha, ShihiHIHIHIZUHUO!:

With a satisfied grin, Shizuo relented, releasing him. Izaya slumped back against the other, burying his face in his chest and grabbing fistfuls of his shirt to support himself.

“Mean,” he mumbled, his words muffled from the position. “Shizu-chan is a mean and callous brute.”

“Is that so?” Shizuo replied fondly, brushing his hair back from his face. He felt Izaya soften against him, melting into the touch despite himself. He tilted the other’s chin up, leaning in to kiss him, but Izaya quickly turned his face away.

“Absolutely not,” he sniffed petulantly, releasing him to cross his arms stubbornly instead. “As if I would kiss an evil brute like you after what you did to me.”

“You say that like you don’t enjoy it,” Shizuo pointed out. Izaya blushed, refusing to meet his gaze. “Fine then. You’ve forced my hand.”

Izaya squawked, lurching backwards when Shizuo grabbed his hips again, sending him quickly back into a fit of giggles. “W-Wahahahait, ohohokay, ohOHOHOKAY!”

Shizuo stopped, pulling him in and stealing the remaining laughter from the other’s lips with a kiss. “You’re so cute like this, you know,” he murmured afterwards, pulling away to look into his eyes.

Izaya froze, his heart stuttering in his chest. After a moment, however, the smirk was back. “I’m afraid I can’t say the same about you. Don’t worry though—I’m sure one day you’ll grow into your looks.”

Suffice it to say, Izaya did not learn his lesson that day. 

[imagine-ikebukuro]

Izaya, shizuo and kida reaction to their crush confessing to them. They are just hanging out. They have a moment of peace and crush confesses while drinking a drink. Drinking it cuz they nervous. It keeps them from over reacting and saying anything else that is stupid. Outside they are calm straight faced, but inside they are screaming.

A/N: i’m sorry this request took me so long. life has been busy, as usual. i got carried away writing a one shot based on this request for izaya, i hope that’s fine!!! i’ll try to come up with something for shizuo and kida as well eventually.

“Oh?”, he asks, casually, his everlasting grin neither fading nor growing wider. It remains resting on his lips elegantly as if calculated with ease and practiced to perfection. Though his eyes tell a different story, the glimmer inside his brown orbs giving away the excitement.

They practically scream ‘I found your weakspot then, huh?’ and give away y/n’s doom.

“Is that so?” he chuckles and sets down his drink, his movements - again - nothing less than graceful and thought through. Amusement lingers in his tone, which also is not out of character for the mischievious informant, but hits different in this specific scenario.

He’s clearly dragging out the moment and enjoying their embarrassment. Then again, how could he not? It would be a shame to not get the most out of this. Considering how lovely they look with that particular shade of pink dusting their cheeks, dedicated to only him. How sweet they appear sitting next to him, eyes wandering off to the ground in a pathetic but charming attempt to avoid his gaze. How endearing they act with their nervous fingers clinging to the glass in their hand, their fingertips slightly tracing the rim in a shaking matter.

They struggle to find words as they are still shocked about their own sudden outburst. ‘I like you.’ how silly was that?

There are so many possibilities. So many ways to entice the utmost exciting reactions from them. They are so vulnerable for him right now, it’s ridiculous.

He knows he will regret getting impatient. Yet that does not stop him. Before their lips can even part to justify their confession, his hand reaches out to cup their face. Once the knuckle of his finger, accompanied by the cool touch of his metal ring, as well as his thumb gently but confidently take ahold of their chin, they forget whatever words they had struggled to come up with anyway. Tilting their face upwards, Izaya leans in closer.

Slowly.

In such a carefully slow manner, it must be on purpose to torture them further.

Once their noses touch and their breath gently brushes against each other, an ever so faint hint of the sweet alcoholic taste hovering in the small space left between their mouths…

he stops.

Whereas their gaze was focused on Izaya’s lips beforehand, it now travels across his features, setting on his half-lidded eyes. If the tension keeps up for another second, they’ll surely burst.

“I-Izaya, I’m-” the mumble shyly, but are cut off.

“Shh, now. There’s no need to say anything,” he whispers softly and his breath tickles their lips delicately.

Neither of the two make another movement. For a while, time freezes. At first, they grow more tense and uncomfortable, not knowing how to react to the raven’s shennanigans. Eventually though, they settle in this position, relaxing at the touch of his palm tracing their jawline and ultimately resting at their neck. His fingers barely run through their hair, just caressing their scalp and tucking a strand of hair behind their ear.

“I like you, too, Y/N,” he says. No smirk, no mocking voice, no sign of him acting like a trickster. It’s so unusual that it’s almost suspicious in itself. For a brief second, at least. “I thought you already knew. I do consider you as a dear friend, after all,” he adds with a chuckle and they slightly flinch.

They know he’s pulling their strings. He isn’t even trying to hide the fact that he wants them to repeat their words, wants them to explain the way they feel about him. To an extent, it’s cruel of him. But for the moment, they don’t mind being his toy. They’ve already given in.

"No, not in that way,” they mutter beneath their breath, fully aware that their voice would give out if they spoke up any louder.

"What do you mean, not in that way? I know exactly how you mean it,” Izaya snickers, thus confirming their suspicions. He’s reading their mind like an open book. “I’ve known all this time.”

They slightly purse their lips and attempt to free themselves from his grip, but Izaya crosses their intention by placing his lips on top of theirs. The kiss lasts for a solid while, alternating between slowly dragging skin against skin and experimentally pushing tongues against each other, before both pull away to catch some air.

“And I, too, like you… in every way possible.”

[icestar-74]

Head cannon time!

Izaya, our dear flea boy bastard loves to paint. He doesn't talk about it and hides it from almost everyone.

I imagine that he loves painting abstract. Just because so many people look and see something different. He finds it fascinating how something can be interpreted in so many ways.

I believe he also has this beautiful habit of painting Shizuo in strange ways. Like almost blurs. Someone would look at it and think it's the sun or a fire burst of destruction. He loves to paint the way he dreams of him (yes he dreams of Shizuo). He paints close ups of his face giving strange expressions. Of course the rare ones he paints where Shizuo is smiling or giving that loving look, he hides for his eyes only.

Shizuo knows he paints. He has never seen him in action because he doesn't like for anyone to watch him work. Shizuo is in love with every piece of course. He doesn't understand most of them and the ones of himself he finds very strange but it flaters him to no end to know Izaya paints him.

One day maybe Izaya paints a full body Shizuo for his birthday. One that is a bit more clear and beautiful. Of course Shizuo is embarrassed, taken aback and yet totally in love with it. Izaya has a blush as Shizuo kisses him and holds him tight. That picture is tucked away somewhere special though. Only Shizuo is allowed to see it.

[sachigram]

okay but picture this, shizuo, 16 and gay, he just noticed he has a thing for Izaya and now they have to work on a school project together, in his house, in his room, alone Izaya being oblivious and Shizuo being in a gay panic through the whole thing

((For you, anon! Sorry if it’s sloppy, I haven’t slept like at ALL.))

“What do you mean you can't?”

Shinra looks up at Shizuo almost absently, like he's already forgotten Shizuo was even there.

“I mean I can't! Celty said she'd have a movie night with me, and I really think she'll let me make a move! She's been indulgent lately!” Shinra says moonily, that distant look returning to his eyes as he mentions Celty. “Isn't there anyone else you can ask for help? I'm not all that great at English anyway.”

“No, there's no one,” Shizuo says. Kadota is a decent student, but he has to go home for something family related, and there really isn't anyone else Shizuo can ask. Most people at school are afraid of him, for good reason, and the ones who aren't still want nothing to do with him because of his delinquent reputation.

“What about your kid brother? He's good at school,” Shinra says, and Shizuo growls at him. Shinra cowers almost comically, and then he's apologizing.

“It's more advanced stuff than Kasuka knows,” Shizuo mumbles. “Besides, I don't want to bother him.”

“Well,” Shinra begins, and he backs away as he speaks. “I have a suggestion, but you aren't going to like it.”

“What is it? That I should pay someone? I don't really have any money.”

“Not that, no.” Shinra looks very uncomfortable. “It's just... Izaya-kun is very smart—“

“No,” Shizuo hisses, taking a step towards Shinra. “I'd rather fail than ask that fucking louse for anything!”

“He's not so bad! He'd probably just be flattered you asked!” Shinra bows, holding his hands up in surrender. “He's much better at English than I am! He reads books in English all the time!”

Shizuo grumbles and crosses his arms, refraining from smacking Shinra upside the head. He knows Shinra means well, in his own dumbass, twisted way, but the thought of going to Izaya and asking for anything...

“I'll just manage it on my own,” Shizuo says, though he knows he doesn't have a snowball's chance in Hell.

“Suit yourself,” Shinra says, straightening, “but keep it in mind. What's pride going to get you in this case? If you fail, you'll only suffer more!”

“Shinra,” Shizuo snaps, and before he can continue, Shinra is sprinting down the hall, wailing at the top of his lungs, and Shizuo sighs loudly, knowing he doesn't want to ask Izaya, but at the very least, he can say later on that he tried everything, even the last thing he wanted.

***

Izaya is slinging his bag over his shoulder as he closes his locker, and Shizuo feels like a creep for watching him like this, but he keeps in mind that Izaya does this sort of stalker shit all the time. Shizuo can see plenty of people, girls and guys, watching Izaya hopefully, and it pisses Shizuo off that Izaya is so popular. He never seems to engage with anyone, but it's easy to see others want to engage with him. Izaya takes a few steps before stopping, laughing softly, and whirling around to face the wall Shizuo is ducking behind.

“What do you want? You suck at hiding, Shizu-chan,” Izaya says, and Shizuo feels his cheeks getting hot with embarrassment as he steps into Izaya's line of sight.

“I need a favor...” Shizuo mutters, and Izaya cups his ear.

“Eh? You need what? Speak up, Shizu-chan, I have places to be!”

“Fucking—! I need a favor!” Shizuo snaps, and he forces his hands to unclench before he continues. “English. I need...a tutor.”

Izaya's eyes widen, and Shizuo is as perplexed by their color as ever. They're like rust, a strange brownish-red, but in certain lights, they're almost burgundy. Izaya is pretty, has always been too pretty, and it's one of the reasons Shizuo can barely stand looking directly at him. The other reasons all have to do with Izaya being a piece of shit.

“A tutor? You think I'd help you?” Izaya laughs, and others around them are watching warily, knowing of Shizuo's turbulent relationship with Izaya. “I want Shizu-chan to fail! That would be hilarious!”

Fucking Shinra! He said Izaya would be flattered! Whatever. Shizuo doesn't have time for this. He snarls at Izaya and takes a step closer.

“I'm being serious! I don't understand any of it, okay? If I can't figure out this homework, I'll never pass the test, and if I keep failing, they'll call my parents.” Shizuo isn't afraid of his parents in the least. They're understanding people, and he loves them. He doesn't want to give them another reason to worry about him, because he knows his recent fights have worried them.

Izaya clicks his tongue.

“What's in it for me?” he asks.

“What do you want?” Shizuo asks. He can feel his eyebrow twitching.

“Hmmmm...” Izaya makes a big show out of looking thoughtful. He grins at Shizuo, who looks away, because Izaya looks really good when he's smiling. “For starters, I want you to leave me alone at school! I'm tired of running from you in between classes.”

“Fine,” Shizuo mutters.

“And I want snacks. I want your favorite snacks!”

“You don't even like the stuff I do!” Shizuo sputters. He doesn't know why he knows Izaya's snack preference, but he does. Izaya shrugs.

“I'll like knowing you aren't getting them.”

Shizuo clenches his fists, baring his teeth at Izaya.

“Fine. Is that all?” he asks.

“I want you to say that you're a stupid idiot monster! Oh, and you have to leave me alone outside of school, too! I don't want to even see you for the rest of the year!” Izaya looks pleased with himself, and Shizuo weighs his options. Does he want to give Izaya free reign to cause destruction and chaos to his heart's content, just so Shizuo can pass English?

Shizuo makes a face as he thinks of his parents.

“I'm a stupid idiot monster,” Shizuo says, reminding himself that it's in his best interests.

“You could be more sincere than that! It's like you're asking me to move out of your way or something! You're asking me to tutor you, and I hate you. The least you could do is make it worth my while.” Izaya narrows his eyes, and he looks cruel, and this is the expression Shizuo is most used to seeing on him.

“Please help me, Izaya-kun. I'm stupid and whatever. I'm asking for help, aren't I? So you must know how desperate I am.”

“Ah, you need to work on your groveling. I'm in a generous mood though, so I'll accept it,” Izaya says. His pretty smile is back, and he moves to Shizuo's side. “Oh, you stink. Does your whole house stink like you? Whatever, I guess I'll manage. This is charity, after all. Lead the way, monster!”

***

An hour later and Shizuo doesn't think he's going to survive.

Aside from Izaya's grating, scathing comments, Izaya is also unexpectedly touchy. He'll tug at Shizuo's hair, press his finger to Shizuo's forehead, shove Shizuo lightly, and Shizuo keeps forgetting he shouldn't be allowing it. They've gone through half the homework, and Izaya is flabbergasted at Shizuo's inability to figure any of it out himself.

“How am I supposed to even read the questions if they're in English?!” Shizuo snaps, and Izaya laughs.

“Part of the homework is understanding the questions, you idiot. Come on, we just finished a question like this! You know it.”

Izaya is on Shizuo's bed, lying on his stomach. His legs are moving behind him almost listlessly, and his eyes are bright and brown in the light from Shizuo's room. Beside him is a bag of Shizuo's favorite chips, and every now and then, when Izaya knows Shizuo is looking, Izaya will eat one, gag a bit, and choke as he forces it down.

Shizuo hates him so fucking much.

“I don't know it!” Shizuo argues, and Izaya sighs. He points at the sheet.

“You do know it. Calm down a bit and think. Your temper flares when you don't understand something, but you have to ask yourself if that's really in your best interest.” Izaya reaches beside himself, and then he offers the chip bag to Shizuo. “Maybe you're just hungry.”

Shizuo grumbles and pours some chips into his hand before he shoves them all in his mouth. He glares at the question, and then he scribbles something down. Izaya reads it.

“Oh, no, I was wrong. You're really just stupid.”

“Fuck you!” Shizuo growls, but Izaya looks entirely unbothered. He watches Shizuo almost patiently, and then his eyes drift over to Shizuo's cracked door.

“Oh!” Izaya breathes, and he's sitting up immediately, patting his lap. “A kitty!”

Shizuo glances over at the gray cat sticking her face into the room.

“Yeah, that's my mom's cat. She really only likes mom and Kasuka,” Shizuo says. He blinks as the cat enters the room and hops onto the bed before curling into Izaya's lap.

“That's because you're one big predator,” Izaya says, petting the cat. “Isn't he?” he coos. “Yes, Shizu-chan is a big, dumb meanie! Yes, he is!”

Shizuo wants to be offended, but the soft look on Izaya's face while he gazes at the cat has Shizuo hurriedly looking away.

“Figures you'd be a cat person. Evil people always like cats,” Shizuo says.

“So your mom and Kasuka-san are evil?” Izaya asks, and when Shizuo looks back at him, Izaya and the cat are sharing the same expression: immensely pleased, visibly relaxed.

“No! I'm not saying all people who like cats are evil! I'm just saying every evil person likes cats!” Shizuo huffs, and Izaya's smile spreads.

“You only feel that way because she doesn't give you the time of day. You need more patience, you know? Not just with cats, but with everything. Here.” Izaya grabs Shizuo's hand and guides it to the top of the cat's head. “There. Now scratch near her ears! Cats love that.”

Shizuo's face is on fire. His hand is so close to Izaya's lap. He wonders what the fuck is wrong with him, and he hopes he isn't blushing visibly.

“What's her name?” Izaya asks after a few moments. The cat is purring loudly, and Shizuo can't remember the last time she let him pet her.

“Dango,” Shizuo says. “She's an old cat. I named her a long time ago.”

“Figures you'd name her after sweets.” Izaya's nimble fingers move to her chin, and Dango is purring up a storm. Shizuo lets his own hand drop and watches Izaya disarm the usually grumpy cat. Shizuo's always heard to trust whoever an animal takes to, but in this case, he can blame it on Dango being senile. Still, she's gazing up at Izaya so lovingly, and Izaya is gazing right back at her with a soft smile on his stupid, pretty face.

“I'm surprised you asked me for help, Shizu-chan,” Izaya says after a while, and Shizuo looks up at Izaya's eyes and then blushes wildly when he realizes he was staring at Izaya's lips, probably openly, for an embarrassing amount of time.

“Well... You're an asshole, and I hate you, but you're good at school,” Shizuo says. He swipes the bag of chips from Izaya, who lets them go without complaint.

“I wouldn't have asked you for anything,” Izaya says. “Even if someone was trying to kill me, I wouldn't go to you for help.”

“Yeah? Well, I'm better than you. I'm way more mature.”

Izaya laughs, loud and bright, and Shizuo flushes again, though he doesn't really understand why. Izaya is so captivating, so effortlessly attractive, and he's on Shizuo's bed, sitting with a cat in his lap like he owns the place.

“I should go soon,” Izaya says after a while. “My sisters will be expecting me to cook dinner.”

“Can't your mom do that?” Shizuo asks. He wants Izaya to stay longer in this No Man's Land where they aren't friends, but they aren't enemies either.

“Nope. I have to do it,” Izaya says. “Though we might just order out tonight. Mairu has been asking for Taiwanese anyway.”

“If you're ordering out, you can stay longer, right?” Shizuo asks, and when Izaya's eyes meet his, Shizuo realizes what he just said. “I mean—! I still don't understand this! That's all! And you came over to help, so help!”

“Mm, I've been helping you,” Izaya says with a grin. He studies Shizuo's face, and Shizuo feels his skin crawl. Izaya is too perceptive to be studying him this closely. “What's up with you today, Shizu-chan? If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were warming up to me.”

“You don't know any better!” Shizuo snaps, and then he shoves a handful of chips into his mouth. “I hae ooo,” he adds between his chewing, and Izaya makes a face at him. Shizuo swallows. “I've always hated you,” he finishes.

“Yeah,” Izaya says, and he looks down at Dango, who is snoozing peacefully. “Say... Shizu-chan?”

“What?” Shizuo asks. He picks up his worksheet and pretends to be interested in it.

“What should I have done differently? Back then,” Izaya says, and Shizuo's gaze snaps to his. “What would've made you hate me a little less?”

“I...” Shizuo's mouth feels too dry. Stupid chips! Why didn't he bring a drink up here?!

“Shizuo!” His mom pushes into the room, and she looks between Shizuo and Izaya, then to Dango in Izaya's lap. “Oh! Hello! You aren't Shinra-kun!”

“I'm much better,” Izaya says, and he gives her a charming smile. “Orihara Izaya. Shizu-chan asked for help studying.”

“Shizu-chan? My, you two must be close.” She smiles at Izaya, and then she pauses. “Wait... Isn't he the boy you're always fighting with?”

“He was being less of a jerk today,” Shizuo mutters, not liking the look she's giving him.

“I see! Feel free to stay for dinner, Izaya-kun. We have more than enough to share.”

“I can't. Thank you, but I should be going anyway.” Izaya lifts Dango, who meows loudly in protest, and then he's standing from the bed. He bows to Shizuo's mom. “It was nice to meet you.” He looks back at Shizuo. “See ya.”

“Bye,” Shizuo says, watching him go.

“I'll walk you out,” his mom says, and their footsteps fade down the stairs, and then it's silent once more. Dango is glaring at Shizuo, her tail whipping, and Shizuo sighs loudly.

“Yeah, I know, okay? I like him, too.” Shizuo groans. “This is a big problem.”

***

The next day, Shizuo finds Izaya chatting with Shinra and Kadota. All of them look up as Shizuo approaches, wary expressions on their faces.

“Good morning, Shizuo-kun,” Shinra says, and Shizuo grunts at him before locking eyes with Izaya.

“Come over again,” he says, and Izaya blinks up at him.

“Huh?”

“My mom wants you to stay for dinner. Says you're too skinny. And also, you were really...helpful. I feel like I remember a lot of what you said.” Shizuo looks down to Izaya's lips, wants to kiss them so badly, and fights the urge away.

“Uh... I can help tonight, if you still need it!” Shinra says hurriedly, as if he's worried Shizuo and Izaya will come to blows right here.

“I'm not asking you,” Shizuo barks at him, and then he looks back to Izaya. Izaya grins, almost shyly, and then he shrugs, reaches out, and tugs on a strand of Shizuo's hair.

“Sure. Why not?”

[bjy-on-ao3]

Fic Friday: Helping Hand

(As usual, you can find the AO3 version of all my uploads [and some things I don’t post here to tumblr] via my Masterlist blog page.)

This story feels like fan content-ception to me, as it spawned from some NSFW art I made featuring Izaya, which was made from doodles to start with. Still scheming, but a lot more simple than my other fics with Izaya. Leaving this one a little open-ended in case I came back to it for Izaya returning the favor as he suggested. Not currently decided for sure though. I recently got my first request for Izaya and am brewing that, though it could be some time before I can get something down. It should be pretty fun though and spicier than this. (Note: Apologies for no cut - I am not sure how I add a cut with the new editor :/) Summary Invited over to Izaya’s apartment, Reader arrives too early and interrupts the informant’s alone time. And unfortunately (or fortunately), Izaya has no qualms about asking for a little help. Tags/Warnings Blowjobs, Come Swallowing, Hand Jobs, Oral Sex, Reader-Insert, Shameless Smut

Helping Hand (F! Reader/Izaya Orihara)

Arriving at the non-descript door in the hall of the impressive-looking apartment building, you hesitated. A few quick glances confirmed the numbers by the door matched up with the information listed in your phone’s address book. A few times before you had been to the apartment, but you hadn’t memorized everything about the address. All things considered, it was surprising you weren’t late this time, as you had been each time in the past. Maybe you were improving a little.

You raised a fist and drummed it against the door, starting light and polite. Nothing. You rapped harder. Surely that was loud enough to be heard? Your assumption was disproved when all that met you was silence, leaving you alone still in the hallway. You frowned in frustration and impatience. You knocked a third time, waiting a minute, wondering if he was preoccupied or just enjoying making you wait. When all remained quiet again, your frown deepened.

You looked back down at your phone, silently navigating to the texting feature and typing you a message irritably.

(X:XX PM): I’m here. I knocked, but I guess you didn’t hear it.

You didn’t need to wait more than fifteen seconds before your phone buzzed in reply. Two words met your gaze, followed after a moment by a second slightly longer message.

Izaya (X:XX PM): You’re early.

Izaya (X:XX PM): I’m a little busy right now.

You paused, your scowl becoming confusion, and you scrolled back up through the conversation. The log confirmed the time you had been told and the one in the corner of your phone matched. ‘ Early? Right. Don’t tell me Izaya of all people forgot.’

(X:XX PM): I checked and either I’m on time or you screwed up and sent me the wrong time.

Arguing with him wouldn’t do you any good one way or another; Izaya wasn’t one to genuinely apologize for any inconveniences he caused others. But correcting him made you feel a little better and somewhat less cross at least.

Izaya (X:XX PM): Oh, did I?

Izaya (X:XX PM): Well, if you don’t like waiting, you can just come in. Door’s unlocked.

Your face twisted again, now into a skeptical surprise. Izaya just left his door unlocked? Izaya Orihara, the man who had probably as many enemies as he had clients, decided it was smart to let whoever wanted to waltz right in. Yeah, that made sense. You wondered if he enjoyed the excitement of the potential danger.

(X:XX PM): Hardly seems like a good idea for YOU to leave your door unlocked, but whatever.

With a dismissive shrug, you tucked your phone into your pocket and reached for the knob. Pushing it open, you stepped inside quickly and closed it gently behind you. You took a step away before pausing, turning back and locking the door as an afterthought. Izaya could endanger himself all he wanted, but you would rather there be at least some kind of barrier between whatever messy trouble came looking for him.

Walking past the foyer, you expected to see him perched on his chair, clacking noisily away at his keyboard, fixed on the screens of his computers and cellphones or something of the sort. The chair was empty though, turned away from the screens. You scanned the area for the ever-frustrating information broker. Quickly, you noticed him tucked away in the corner of the dark-colored leather section, his back facing you. His head rested against the couch, one long arm lying curled over its back. For someone supposedly busy, Izaya looked pretty relaxed from where you were standing.

“You don’t look real busy to me,” you accused once you spotted him.

Izaya shifted, tilting his head further back to glance over his outstretched arm at you. “Oh, I am, I assure you.” He looked and sounded as collected as ever, as if nothing could or should trouble him. Except… was it just you, or did his face seem a bit red? “But I’ll be just a few minutes. Feel free to wait for me there,” Izaya suggested. There was something off as well about the quality of his voice you couldn’t place.

“Uh huh,” you said, unsure if you felt unsettled or just irritated still. Maybe a little of both.

He had told you to wait, yet your curiosity nagged at you viciously, demanding to see what exactly preoccupied him. Or maybe it was indignation needing to see what was so pressing he couldn’t remember the time he had told you. You took a few steps, intending to round the recessed floor area and the sectional to see what he was doing.

“You really should wait over there,” he warned you casually, the strange tone of his voice sounding stronger, but still indecipherable.

You scoffed, ignoring the warning and carrying on. When you swept around the corner of the area though, what you saw stopped you dead in your tracks, poised on the lip of the steps down. At first the strangled squeak that burst from your mouth didn’t quite register, nor did the immediate hot flush that fell across your face.

Izaya looked very comfortable where he sat, leaning back into the plush cushions. From the top-down, at first he looked perfectly normal, if a little flushed, one of his usual ‘v’-neck shirts tantalizing displaying a bit of his delicate-looking collarbones. Though the picture grew more suspect the further you went. The hem of his shirt was lifted, askew and higher on one side than the other, exposing his lean torso. That wasn’t nearly so scandalous though, as even further down.

He sat nude from the waist down, his pants and belt pooled around his ankles. His cock stood prominently between his splayed legs, a flushed tone to match the rosy tint in cheeks and leaking pre-cum. As if walking on Izaya with his pants literally down wasn’t mortifying enough, one hand was wrapped leisurely around his cock. Obviously he had been in the process of jerking off, and still was, having not bothered to stop even once you had caught him in the act.

What you were looking at hit you all at once, and a stream of half-finished sentences exploded out. “I’I’m sorry, I-- But what are you--? Why would let me come in if that’s what you’re busy doing?! You began in an apologetic voice, though your apology quickly turned to indignation at the fact Izaya’d had plenty of time to put himself away before you came in. Before he invited you, for example, and then before he greeted you.

“Well, I did warn you.” Izaya’s speech held no hint of apology. The shameless, steady stroke of his hand up and down confirmed he was not bothered whatsoever. “Besides, you’re the one who wanted to show up early and be nosy, darling.”

At last you recognized the tone in his voice you hadn’t been able to place before. Something husky and thick, a silky accent to his already smooth voice. You felt stupid not being able to put two-and-two together from his voice and face.

“I’m not early! I-it’s not my fault you told me the wrong time,” you tried to hide the shakiness in your voice with anger, though you knew Izaya was a master at seeing through masks.

You wanted to turn, to look away, but you found yours glued to the sight of him, stunned like a deer in headlights. Maybe it was his audacity that was truly so stunning. I’m just gonna go and come back later,” you ground out through teeth after you tore your eyes away from the enticingly lewd scene.

“Oh? But like I said, I’ll only be a little bit.” You nearly choked again from Izaya’s boldness. He really expected you to just wait around while he jacked off like it was nothing? For someone who claimed to love humans and all their emotions and behaviors so much, you really wondered how much he really understood them sometimes. “You know, if you wanted to lend a hand, it might be even sooner.”

You made another embarrassing noise, your eyes snapping back around and fixing on his own. The expression in his sharp brown eyes told you he wasn’t just you or making some inappropriate joke, not completely. Izaya was dead serious suggesting you ‘lend him a hand’ with his current ‘business’. You should have been mad. You should have been uncomfortable. You should have walked away then. But something else was creeping up and up, suppressing what you should have done, leaving behind the sense that you didn’t quite hate the idea.

You weren’t ready to give in completely, though, not yet. “Was that your plan when you invited me over?” You tried to deflect once more, but your angry speech was half-hearted.

He gave a small shrug, still languorously pumping his hand up and down, smearing a new bead of pre-cum along the head of his dick. You licked your lips, and you weren’t sure whether it was from nerves or hunger. “Who knows? Maybe, maybe not.” Of course Izaya would give you a nonsense answered that told you nothing.

“Can you just put your pants on, please?” You tried weakly, a last ditch effort to squish down the hot feeling suffusing you and to call his bluff. But Izaya wouldn’t be moved.

“Weren’t you leaving though?” He questioned calmly. “So why should I? Then I can’t take care of this.” You groaned mentally at his ‘logic’ that amounted to his typical games. “So, what’s stopping you?”

You didn’t speak, listening only to the slick sound of Izaya stroking himself, as if trying to come up with an appropriate excuse. But there was none. You were still there because you wanted to be. You sputtered some nonsense at first, before sighing in defeat.

“I...I just… fine,” you mumbled, unable to meet his cutting gaze when you agreed.

He didn’t seem bothered or surprised by your admission, and when you looked back up, he was smirking widely, as if he had expected you to crumble and play right into his hands. “Well, what are you waiting for then?”

You nearly scowled at the impatience of the question, but shook your head. You approached quickly, stopping once you stood in front of him. You licked your lips again and swallowed thickly, kneeling between his legs. Up close and personal with his cock, it you for real the favor you had submitted yourself to. It made your stomach twist in a way that was pleasantly hot, but with a nervous flutter. But even if he would probably let you, there was no back down now. You had dug your hole and you intended to stay in it.

Feeling Izaya’s eyes burning down onto you, you lifted a hand tentatively, more intimidated than you would have admitted. You nearly jumped when the hand he had been pleasuring himself with seized yours. Your face was on fire as he guided your hand over his shaft, helping you wrap it around the heated skin. He made a small sound in the back of his throat at the contact, his palm lingering over your hand. Gingerly, you shifted your hand up and down, mimicking him, the skin hot and velvety under your fingers.

“There, just like that,” Izaya cooed, his hips rocking up into your touch. His hand left yours to bury itself in the cushion beside him.

You chanced a subtle glance up, past his exposed torso and up his chest. His head lolled back against the sofa back, and his chest rose and fell deeply in more noticeable, pleasured breaths as you stroked. He seemed more than willing to sit back and fully indulge in your touch, apparently a far more exhilarating experience than his own.

“What a good girl,” he praised as your grip tightened you pumped his cock more surely, enjoying the noises that vibrated up his chest. They were low and smooth, containing all the richness of his speaking voice, yet none of the frustrating teasing or condescension. “Mmph, a little hard, don’t be shy,” he coaxed, giving a particularly eager buck of his hips, a new drop of pre-cum beading on the head of his dick.

You did as instructed, and the sound of his breathing deepened more, the small, pleasant sounds morphing into longer, bawdy groans. “How’s that?” you prompted, the confidence from watching him come slowly undone steadying your voice, the sheer arousal in it surprising you.

“Mm, good, keep going.”

You stuck to the steady rhythm you had set, your tongue wetting suddenly dry lips again as you alternated between watching Izaya’s blissful form above you and his throbbing cock in front of you. You moved your idle hand up, cradling his balls in your palm and rubbing gently, rewarded with even more erotic noises. You weren’t sure whether you were more turned on by the eroticism of the sounds themselves, or the fact you were hardly ever heard Izaya sound so unrestrained.

Your gaze stopped, lingering on his cock, and you decided if you were going to help out, you may as well have a little more fun, as well as satisfy the hunger building in you. You bent forward, your breath fanning over the head hotly, and you barely caught a shiver roll through Izaya. You leaned closer, opening your mouth and licking coyly at the flushed head, the bitter taste of pre-cum flooding your senses.

“ Oh .” The word was surprised, excited almost, made even more so by the breathiness that carried it. “I didn’t even have to ask you to do that.” Your faced burned with embarrassment you fought to ignore, letting your lips wrap around the head, swirling your tongue along the underside. “More eager than you let on, I see. But I’m not complaining.”

Izaya relaxed more limply against the cushions, save for the rhythmic roll of his hips meeting the hot, wet touch of your mouth. You sank down on his cock more, slowly, trying to account for the motion of his hips to not choke yourself on his length. Fortunately, though it was steady, his pace was languid, letting you adjust easily. You took as much as you could without inciting your gag reflex, shifting between dancing your tongue along his skin or pressing flat against the underside or teasing the head where it connected to his shaft.

Above you, Izaya’s dulcet chorus of groans and mumbled words escalated and his fingers met the top of your head. They curled loosely, massaging methodically, neither forcing you down or adjust to a new pace.

“Hmm, and they say I’ve got a talented tongue,” Izaya hummed huskily and you couldn’t stifle a low moan in answer, the sound shooting through Izaya and making his hips stutter. “Sure seems like you know to use yours though,” he praised again, and you could make out the teasing tone you were so used to among his lusty, strained voice.

Izaya fell silent for a time, or at least he fell wordless, panting and groaning his pleasure, the sounds accentuated by the wet noises you made while you sucked him off. But Izaya’s was a mouth that couldn’t stand staying silent for long. “You can take a little more, can’t you?” He asked insistently, his fingers tightening their loose hold. He thrust his hips more roughly into your mouth as you sank down again, as if punctuating his question.

Tears stung at your eyes for an instant as the tip of his dick touched your throat and you inhaled deeply to relax it. You took in even more of his cock, noticing the roll of his hips slow, as if accommodating you to take his length more easily. When you pulled back, his hand only let you go so far, effectively keeping you from pulling away. You indulged him, satisfied with the even more ragged breaths replacing his words and more of the salty fluid leaking from him.

Your jaw was beginning to ache, but you ached elsewhere as well, and it urged you to continue. With your mouth wrapped around him so intimately, you could tell Izaya was getting very close to cumming, from the increasing cant of his hips to the harsh pitch of his breath to the way his cock twitched, even more hard.

“Mm, that’s it. Almost there.” Izaya confirmed your suspicions, the lustiness of his tone adding to the urgency. “If you don’t want a mouthful, you might want to stop,” he warned you, surprisingly considerate in the moment.

Your eyes flickered up, but you didn’t stop, trying to hum your acknowledgement around a mouthful of his dick, working him even more eagerly.

“Oh, shit, you’re more obscene than I thought. If that’s how you want it,” His excitement pierced his arousal again, as if he hadn’t expected you to be so wrapped up in servicing him.

Thrusting into your mouth more desperately, his hips finally stuttered as he finished, filling your mouth with hot ropes of thick that you swallowed as soon as the bitter taste swept over your tongue. Several especially long, feral moans drifted from Izaya’s lips as you drank him down, until at last he was spent and there was nothing left for you to swallow. You drew away, wiping a smear of drool and some stray cum from your mouth with the back of your hand and resting back on your knees.

“There, that’s taken care of,” you said, your attempt to sound level and collected ruined by your own arousal making your voice overly breathy. “Now did you actually have a reason for inviting me over?”

Izaya laughed breathlessly, as if amused by your change of pace, lying boneless against the sectional. “Of course, my dear,” he answered when his laughter died, tipping his head forward to look at you. “I wouldn’t lie to your like that. Though, if you’d like, I can return the favor. It sounds like you need it.”

[tiaragqueen]

How would Izaya deal with his darling who is having a panic attack/clinging onto him in fear?

Fear [HCs]

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📱 It’s not a secret that Izaya likes to mess with people. His occupation as an informant and fondness for observation opens the door of knowledge regarding human behavior. And as your beloved boyfriend, it’s his job to know everything there is to know about his cute girlfriend, isn’t it?

📱 Thus, Izaya ends up knowing more about yourself than you do. He knows your vices and virtues, favorite things, childhood shenanigans, the sizes of your clothes and shoes, and so on. And he’s not afraid to flaunt it to your face, too.

📱 Oh, you’re angry because he ‘accidentally’ insulted you instead of comforting you? Well, he’s not really wrong now, is he? You're not much different than that girl you said you hate. Oh, dear. Now you’re crying and give him a silent treatment? Izaya will do and say anything to get you to talk, and honestly, it’s not that hard for him. His strong memory allows him to recognize which button to push, and very soon, he’ll have you either blushing or screaming. He doesn’t really care which, as long as you pay attention to him.

📱He delights in your reactions and strives to make you as expressive as ever. E ven if you’re an introvert or just seem naturally emotionless, it won’t stop him from teasing you relentlessly. That said, if you encounter something that triggers a panic attack, he’ll smile and coo somewhat mockingly at you. He’s a little shit like that.

📱 Regardless, Izaya can be gentle if he wants to be. He’ll hold you close to his chest, stroke your sweaty tresses, and whisper soothing words to your ears. It’s one of those moments where you get to see him at his best, using his silver tongue to do something good even if he silently relishes your vulnerability.

📱 You almost wish he stays like this forever, just hugging you and reassuring you with a soft voice. Alas, once he sees that you’ve calmed down somewhat, he’ll revert to his annoying persona. In some way, it’s his way to regain control of the situation. Izaya isn’t used to act tenderly to anyone else, not even his little sisters. You know that he’s just like most people, reluctant to show vulnerability in fear of rejection or embarrassment. And if you mention this to him, he’ll deny vehemently and turn the attention back to you.

📱 But in a case where you cling on to him in fear, either from his prank or something that spooked you, he’ll openly mock you. Oh, do you realize how cute you are right now? The way you grip his shirt and bury your face against him is doing things to him. He can feel the vibration of your body under his palms, and he chuckles shamelessly.

📱 He calls you all sorts of nicknames, not too demeaning but enough to embarrass you further. Bonus points if you try to hide deeper because Izaya will enjoy it and amp up his teasing just so he can soak in your quiet humiliation.

📱 Deep down, he loves the proximity. Due to his attitude, you’re always wary of him. So to see you cling on to him – even if it’s instinctively and therefore, accidental – is nothing short of a blessing. Not that you would’ve known it.

📱 After you recompose and almost forget about the incident, you can guarantee that he’ll remind you of it for the rest of your life. He wants you to know just how needy you are to him, how much of an ‘attention-seeker’ you are deep down. And the worse you react, the worse his sadism will be.

[bakubabes-tatakae]

Since you’re interested in Izaya requests, I always thought a scenario with a really timid or shy reader would be cute! Someone who isn’t the best at socializing reacting to his teasing just sounds really adorable to me~

Stop Teasing || Izaya x Reader

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Word Count: 645

Izaya watched you as a pink tinge painted your cheeks. He shifted on the couch as he noticed the discomfort “What’s the matter Y/n?” He had been relentlessly teasing you all day. He knew that you had hated it, but who was Izaya to not tease? 

“I just hate it when you tease me Izaya. You know that.” You attempted to give him an easing look. You didn’t want him to think that you were mad him.

His features were soft as he smiled at you. “It’s just so cute to see you like this. That pink tint that you get is my favorite thing about you Y/n.” He moved closer to your figure, your legs touched and he placed a hand on your thigh. “Everything you do it just so adorable to me.”

The pink turned to red at his comment. “Izaya, seriously.” You attempted to hide your face but he grabbed your arm before you could. 

“Don’t hide from me! I want to see this.” You fought some against his grip, but when you noticed he wasn’t planning on releasing you, you relaxed. He reached with his other hand and placed it on your waist, slowly sending tickles over you. “What better way to get you flustered than this?”

You squirmed under his touch and laughs erupted from you. Just the sound of your laughter had the man reeling for more. Izaya was only this touchy with you when no one was around. He had never wanted anyone else to see the tough Izaya Orihara acting like a fool with someone else around. 

Izaya’s fingers were ruthless as they tickled every inch of your body that they could find. “Stop it Izaya. Seriously!” You pleaded with the brown-eyed man, hopeful that he would listen to you. 

Izaya finally listened, his hand found the underside of your chin instead. He tilted your face up to him and that same soft smile spread onto his face. “Y/n... I can’t get over how beautiful you are.”

Your cheeks were now warm, you were afraid you would soon start sweating. Your words were coming out with a stutter. “Iza-Izaya. You’re n-not serious. Are y-you?”

“Of course I’m serious.” His other hand cupped your face and your lips met together. Your face was on fire as your lips moved together. You were tense and Izaya broke the kiss. “Just relax baby girl. There’s nothing here for you to be embarrassed about.” Izaya reached beside him and grabbed his cup of tea off the table, taking a sip. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want too.” 

You swallowed hard. You knew that Izaya had always been one to be touchy when you were in private. Your relationship was still new and he was more than happy to take it slow with you still. You had always been a shy person, so just the fact that you had let him in was amazing and he knew that. 

You smiled and took his hand in yours, squeezing it. “It’s not that Izaya. I just get nervous, that’s all.”

“And that’s fine darling, take all the time in the world. I’m willing to wait as long as you’ll let me.”

His words left you admiring the man and how intoxicating he could truly be. Everything that he did made you swoon. Just the way he held his teacup. The sound of his laugh. And as much as you hated when he did it, you were growing used to his teasing more and more every day. You took the teacup from his hand and placed it back on his coffee table, your body hovering over his as he watched to see what you would do. “I think I’m ready Izaya.” Your lips met his again and as they danced together you let yourself fall into his arms. 

[tickles-tea]

1-8... For shizaya? 🙃🤔🙃

I know this is from like,,,ages ago orz I’m so sorry it took me so long to get to it!!

1. what spot makes them BEG for mercy?

For Izaya, it’s for sure his hips/thighs. Tickling him there could be considered attempted murder.

For Shizuo, I don’t really think he’s ticklish enough to beg. His worst spots are his ribs and under his arms though.

2. are wake up tickles a thing?

Ehhh sometimes?? Not really though. Izaya is usually up and working by the time Shizuo wakes up, and Izaya rarely takes the time to wake Shizuo up. But sometimes when Izaya is bored and wants to be annoying, he’ll tickle Shizuo a bit before he gets swatted at like a fly lol.

3. do they react differently to different people tickling them?

Izaya can hide it pretty well if it’s anyone else tickling him. The only people who’d be able to get anything out of him, aside from Shizuo, would be his sisters and Shinra!

Shizuo...hmmm...if anyone except for Izaya, Kasuka, or Celty tried, they’d totally get punched.

4. whats they’re laugh like?

When you finally get him to break, Izaya’s laugh is very loud and very adorable. It’s bright and genuine compared to his usual laughs. It can get a bit breathy if he’s tickled for a while. Shizuo rarely laugh laughs. It’s usually more of a deep, growly chuckle. It’s kinda subdued no matter how much he’s being tickled.

5. are they embarrassed that they’re ticklish?

Izaya is absolutely mortified and will deny it even if he’s already laughing his head off. Shizuo is kind of embarrassed?? Not a whole lot though. If Izaya’s deliberately teasing him about it, he might blush a bit, but it’s just a normal thing to him.

6. do they seek revenge after being tickled?

Absolutely. Everything is a competition with them. If Izaya pulls a sneak attack on Shizuo, Shizuo is gonna wreck his shit. Izaya wants to get revenge but he can’t win against Shizuo in a tickle fight, so he’ll get revenge in other ways. Like hiding Shizuo’s pudding or putting a sticky mouse trap on Shizuo’s pillow.

7. do they squirm a lot?

Izaya is a slippery little shit. Shizuo needs to keep a good grip on him lest he slip away. Shizuo stays pretty still, mostly because he doesn’t want to accidentally break izaya’s face with a flailing limb even if he deserves it.

8. does verbal teasing make it worse?

Yessss

Pointing out his reactions or how ticklish he is makes Izaya feel like he’s gonna spontaneously combust, his cheeks get so red. Shizuo isn’t nearly as weak to it but it does get him a little bit. He’ll blush and curse Izaya to hell lolol.

[orihara-infobroker]

The writing prompt ^_^ Akabayashixizaya 25 Shikizaya 36 Ot3 45 Thank you ❤

Slow writer is slow. I tried to get 2 of 3 done but only ended up with 1 because I got distracted. So here’s the first:

36. “He’s the opposite of friendly. He’s unfriendly. As in, don’t be friends with him.” - Shikizaya

Being the face of the Awakusu art galleries had a great many benefits attached to it. As far as yakuza jobs went, it was a pretty comfortable one with very little stress or risk attached to it. It also meant he spent most of his work time away from the Awakusu offices and that, in particular, was one of the best bonuses as Shiki saw it. Unfortunately, being the face of an art gallery also meant showing up to various art-related social events and those he deplored. The latest in events that must be tolerated for the sake of the business was, of all things, a masquerade. He would have declined on principle but a particular client looking for the kinds of things he offered behind closed doors had heard about the event and requested a meeting. 

So it was that he found himself sitting at a table, his usual white suit accented by the addition of a white mask that did absolutely nothing to hide his identity. His gaze was locked on an equally 

recognizable information broker who had managed to secure himself an invitation. The raven-haired troublemaker had obtained an elaborate mask of black and red lace that did nothing to hide his distinctive red eyes and telltale smirk.

“Honestly, Shiki, how could I not come? You, attending a masquerade party? Although I must say I’m deeply disappointed. You could have at least tried to dress the part.” 

Shiki pointed to the mask. “I did.”

Izaya sighed and shook his head in disappointment though there was amusement in his eyes. His gaze shifted to an approaching pair of women, taking in their expensive dresses and elaborate masks. “Seems your clients have arrived. I’ll make myself scarce.” He rose, giving Shiki an amused look before disappearing into the crowd.

Shiki turned his attention to the women, standing to greet them. “Kato-san, nice to see you again.”

“Shiki-san, thank you for meeting with me. This is my cousin Suzuki Haruka.” Kato Chisake indicated the woman beside her with a bright smile.

Shiki gave Haruka a polite smile then gestured to the table. “Nice to meet you. Please, have a seat.” Shiki waited for the women to sit before returning to his seat. 

“I must admit Shiki,” Kato began with a coy smile. “That mask certainly makes you look mysterious and dangerous.” 

“Oh yes,” Suzuki agreed, eyes widening in a look of perfectly cultivated innocence. “But you’re so polite. Not at all what I would expect from a yakuza.” She lowered her voice conspiratorily.

“As entertaining as the old yakuza movies are, Suzuki-san, that’s hardly the reality of our business.” He replied with a stiff smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Now, what are you looking to purchase?” The women exchanged a glance that made Shiki immediately regret his decision to accept the meeting. 

“Well, I had actually arranged the meeting in the hopes that I could introduce you to my cousin,” Kato explained. “She is the one who wanted to meet with you.”

Shiki arched a brow, turning his cool gaze on Suzuki. She gave him what he could only assume was her best attempt at a seductive smile. “You see, Shiki-san, I’ve always been interested in meeting a proper yakuza executive. When Chisake told me about you, I asked her to introduce me.”

“And what is it you’d like me to acquire for you, Suzuki-san?” He replied, maintaining his polite demeanor as he purposely ignored the subtext of her words.

Suzuki faltered at Shiki’s polite response, unsure if he was rebuffing her or had simply missed her point. She leaned forward, placing a hand on his arm. “Might I suggest we retire to a more private place to discuss such things?”

Shiki’s gaze shifted to her hand and the smile he gave her was icy. “Suzuki-san, I was led to believe that this was a business meeting. If you have no intention of using my services, I have other clients to meet with.”

Suzuki withdrew her hand, glancing at Kato uncertainly before continuing. “There is a vase I was hoping to obtain, of Chinese origin. I attempted to import it legally but the Chinese government has restricted the import of such items.”

“Very well.” Shiki handed Suzuki his business card. “Please email me the details on the vase and I will send you a quote on what it will cost to have it smuggled into Japan.”

She took the card and slipped it into her purse. The seductive smile returned. “I would like to show you my appreciation for your assistance. Would you like to go for drinks after the party?” 

“Thank you for the offer but I must decline as I’ve already made plans.”

“Perhaps another time, then.” She persisted. “I would like to get to know you better. You seem like a very friendly person.”

“He’s the opposite of friendly.” Izaya’s voice cut through the conversation. “He’s unfriendly. As in, don’t be friends with him.” The raven leaned over Shiki, draping his arms over the executive’s shoulders. “Your technique needs work, Haruka, dear. No wonder you haven’t been able to catch a husband yet if this is how you go about it.”

Both women turned their gazes to Izaya, shocked by his words. “Shiki-san… who is this?” Sato asked.

“I’m his boyfriend,” Izaya supplied with a savage grin. “You know, the one he has plans with later tonight.” The women stared at Shiki in surprise but the executive made no move to remove Izaya’s hands or contradict Izaya’s announcement.

“Oh, pardon me, Shiki-san. We didn’t realize…” Suzuki trailed off, embarrassed. “Please excuse us.” The women stood and hurried away, the sound of Izaya’s laughter following them.

[happyandticklish]

Don’t Ignore Me

Notes: For the ask by @dirtpie39, based off this comic. 

Summary: Izaya’s been avoiding Shizuo ever since the blond made a certain discovery about him, and chaos quickly ensues. 

Izaya was ignoring him.

It took Shizuo a couple fight-free days for him to realize it. After all, it wasn’t exactly like he was tracking the flea’s movements. Still, the city was small and drama was big, so it wasn’t unusual for the two to run into each other on a near daily basis. Usually this resulted in a full-blown fight or at the very least a round of petty insults and jabs. Now, though, whenever the two of them ran into each other, Izaya’s eyes would widen and he would bolt like a spooked deer.

For some reason, that pissed Shizuo off. Admittedly, most things pissed Shizuo off, but this especially. It wasn’t that he wanted the other to be constantly picking fights with him, but there was something comforting about the consistency of it. Now everything felt off-kilter, his days going by one after the other with not a grievance in sight.

He already had a pretty good idea why the other didn’t want to face him, too. The memory swirled in his mind, crystal clear despite a week having passed since then. He had been chasing Izaya as per usual (it was difficult to remember what specifically had pissed him off that day but he was sure he must have had a justified cause), when suddenly Izaya tripped on the pavement. Shizuo took the oppurtunity to grab him, but the second his hands made contact with his sides the other had let out an uncharacteristic squeak. Shizuo had been so shocked that he accidentally let the other get away.

Evidently, Izaya’s strategy was to simply avoid him until he forget all about the events of that day. Fat chance of that. The noise he had made then was already locked in Shizuo’s mind, the precursor to a round of new discoveries. Unfortunately, he hadn’t gotten a chance to see the other face to face since then and Shizuo was growing tired of it.

The next time he saw Izaya, he was turning a corner and nearly bumped into him. Their eyes locked. Izaya bolted. Unlike every other time, however, Shizuo grabbed the other’s wrist before he could scurry into a passing cab.

“Hey,” he growled, whirling Izaya around to face him. “What’s the big idea?”

Upon being faced with an angry Shizuo, Izaya’s first response was a dazzling grin and a noncommittal shrug. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. It’s not illegal to take a taxi, now, is it?”

“You know damn well what I’m talking about,” Shizuo insisted. He dragged the other towards an abandoned alleyway, a move that would have made most people nervous, but Izaya’s nerves were for an entirely different reason. “Why have you been avoiding me?”

Izaya stiffened, shifting his gaze to the left of him. “I’ve hardly been avoiding you. We’re not exactly friends, you know. How could I possibly ignore someone I have no social obligation to?”

“You show up in Ikebukuro, my city, you cause chaos and disruption everywhere you go, you deliberately mess with the lives of everyone you meet, and somehow you drag me into every shitty situation you create.” Shizuo ticked each issue off on one hand. “So I think I have a right to be a bit confused when you suddenly start acting like I don’t exist.”

“Do you want me to ruin your life?” Izaya asked irritably. “You never seemed all that pleased about it before.”

“I want to know why you can’t look me in the eyes right now,” Shizuo corrected. “I’m giving you the chance to tell me, but I can take a guess if you’d like.”

Shizuo heard Izaya’s audible intake of breath. He tugged on his wrist but Shizuo’s grip was firm. His voice was tense as he answered, “Would you like to inform me then, if you’re so sure of the reason for my supposed avoidance?”

“I think,” Shizuo said, quickly snatching up the other wrist before Izaya could do anything and pulling both arms above his head and against the brick wall. “That you don’t want me to take advantage of a certain discovery I made last week.”

Izaya shrunk back instinctively against the wall as Shizuo transferred his hold to just one hand. He held his chin high with fake confidence as he asked, “Oh? And just what discovery was that?”

“That you—” Shizuo poked a finger suddenly into his ribs, causing the other to jump involuntarily—“are ticklish.”

Slowly, a flush began to overtake Izaya’s features, his ears glowing a bright crimson. Izaya glanced away, trying to cover up his obvious embarrassment with nonchalance. “Really Shizu-chan? What are we, children?”

“You’re not denying it,” Shizuo pointed out, taking a finger and gently dragging it up the length of his side. “Are you ticklish, I-za-ya?”

Izaya’s breath hitched at the drawn-out syllables, trying desperately not to squirm under his touch. “O-Of course I’m not ticklish. That would be ridiculous.”

“It would be,” Shizuo agreed, not letting up but not growing any more aggressive than his current pace. Just the slow, dragging pressure of his finger, skimming over the thin material of his shirt. “I mean, the famed info broker, one of the most dangerous men in all of Ikebukuro, ticklish? Almost enough to make you laugh.”

Izaya was trying his hardest to do the exact opposite of that. “R-Right. So there’s really no need for you to—ah!”

He bit his lip as fingers curled softly at the edge of his underarms. “I wonder what would happen,” Shizuo mused, tapping a rhythm against his skin. “If I tickled you ever so slowly…right…here...?” As he spoke, he wiggled fingers into the sensitive hollow, Izaya’s shirt doing very little to protect him. “What would you do, hmm?”

To be fair to him, Izaya really did try his hardest not to give in. He squeezed his eyes shut, tensing every muscle in his body in an attempt to hide how much the other was getting to him. In the end though, the soft persistence of it all was too much for him and he broke, musical giggles spilling from his lips.

“S-Shihihizuo!” he protested, writhing under his touch. “C-C’mohohon!”

Shizuo’s heart melted at the sight. Originally, his plan had been to come in and destroy Izaya with his newfound information, but now…. Looking at him now, flushed and giggling under such a gentle touch, Shizuo found that the only word he could describe him with was pretty. Though the thought was strange when applied to Izaya, his enemy, his nemesis, a man he had despised since the early days of high school, he found that he didn’t care in that moment.

So instead of digging in, Shizuo continued to administer the light touches currently driving Izaya up the wall and producing those heart stopping giggles that Shizuo was quickly becoming addicted to. “What’s wrong? Does it tickle?”

“F-Fuhuhuhuck yohou!” Izaya spat, the venom stripped from his words when matched with the stupid grin on his face. “A-Ahahaha, nohoho! Pffft, shihihihit!”

His legs gave out when Shizuo moved down suddenly, the feather-like touch dancing all over his hips. Shizuo swept a knee under him, his presence now the only thing keeping Izaya from collapsing on the ground. “You know, I think I enjoy you like this—all helpless and laughing. Maybe I’ll have to do this again whenever you decide to cause trouble in the city.”

Izaya’s eyes widened. Being held down and tickled like this daily was a thought that sent butterflies aflutter in his stomach. His struggling increased and he squeezed his eyes shut to try to distract himself from the situation. “Stahahahap ihihihit, yohohou bruhuhute! J-Juhuhust Nahahahat thehehere!”

“Not here?” Shizuo questioned innocently, continuing to torment his hips. “Why? Is it a bad spot?”

“Yehehes—Ihihihi mehehehean nohoho—I mehehehean—shihihihit!”

“I’ll take that as a yes then.”

For the next couple of minutes Shizuo persisted with his gentle assault on his nerves, driving Izaya out of his mind with the overload of sensation. It took a while for Izaya to genuinely plead, as he continued to insult and jab at him all the while until Shizuo discovered that fluttering fingers under his chin made him positively shriek and the man’s sanity quickly dissolved from there.

“Ohohohokay, ohohohohokay, I’m tihihicklish, n-now stahahahap!” Izaya scrunched up his shoulders, frantically trying to catch the other man’s hands between them. “Plehehease!”

Shizuo did stop, eventually. What he did next, however, was lean down and quickly press his lips against the other’s, claiming his leftover giggles in his mouth. He couldn’t have said what possessed him to do it, only that when Izaya had uttered “Please” through laughter-filled lips he found that there was nothing else he could have done. The kiss lasted for a mere two seconds before he realized what he was doing and quickly stepped back, releasing the other.

Izaya was staring at him wide-eyed as he slowly regained his footing. Shizuo’s hand covered his mouth, his fingers brushing against the place on his mouth where Izaya’s lips had just been. A similar red hue colored both their faces as they each tried to figure out what the fuck had just happened.

“Shizu-chan—” Izaya started, narrowing his eyes, but the sound of the familiar nickname was too much and Shizuo quickly fled before the other could get a chance to ask him any questions. Heart racing, the bartender quickly returned home and tried to figure out what had prompted him to kiss the flea and why he sort of wanted to try it again.

That week, it was Shizuo’s turn to avoid him.

[justmysicklypride]

“Am I your lockscreen?” For Shizaya :>

Glace holy shit this took so fucking long why must you torture me with the trope I suck the most at writing lmaooo

(Pairing: Shizaya) (duh)

Heart's Gravitation

Shizuo amusedly watched as a slow blush started to spread across Izaya’s face, as the words he said finally reached the other’s ears. It’s cute, he thought, like watching a flower bloom for the first time. He knows it’s possible, Izaya being embarrassed that is, but it doesn’t always happen, so it’s a welcomed sight to see when it does. Especially when Shizuo’s the one causing it. He kinda wanted to see if he could make him blush even more.

“Hey, Izaya,” Shizuo said, wrapping his arm around Izaya’s waist, who, engrossed in whatever email he’d been typing up, was pointedly ignoring him now. Shizuo was glad that they were away from the crowd. He asked again, “Am I your lockscreen?”

This time, Shizuo did laugh, as Izaya wordlessly locked his phone without even pressing send, and covered his face with his hands. At least he was right, the blush did get worse. Izaya tried to move away, so Shizuo tightened his hold on him, making it so that his attempts of hiding became less like ‘attempts’, and more like helpless squirming. He heard Izaya groan in frustration as he became more and more resigned to his fate.

“You weren’t supposed to see that,” Izaya whined, leaning his face into Shizuo’s chest now to hide even further. 

Shizuo and Izaya weren’t an affectionate couple by any means, and nine times out of ten Izaya’s always the one that’s one step ahead of Shizuo when it comes to their good-natured (and obviously occasionally ill-natured) teasing, so when an opportunity to thoroughly embarrass Izaya arises… Well, naturally, Shizuo’s not going to give it up that easily.

“Aw, don’t be embarrassed,” Shizuo said, pulling Izaya closer and resting his chin on top of the latter’s head. “I think it’s cute that you like me so much that you feel the need to see me wherever you go.”

“Shut up. Stop saying that, will you,” Izaya finally looked up, face still slightly flushed and trying his best to look threatening. 

Oh how the tables have turned. 

He looked into the crowd, and then past it to catch a glimpse of Mairu and Kururi in their karate uniforms getting ready to spar their opponents. Really, only Izaya was meant to be here, since he is, in a way, their legal guardian after all. Shizuo just tagged along because Izaya wanted him to, although he had a feeling the latter was regretting his decision around about now. As much as he wanted to just take Izaya’s hand and go somewhere nice and private like a cafe or even a secluded area in a park, Mairu and Kururi had insisted on having them watch when they finally receive their green belts at the end of the class.

It was why they were standing at the very back of the dojo, away from all the other parents (not like they were really parents to begin with), and Shizuo thought that Mairu and Kururi would be annoyed when they found out that they’ve just been absorbed and indulging in each other’s presence, rather than watch their tournament. Right now, Izaya was more focused on looking down at his shoes than anything else. It was endearing, and a rare sight, and Shizuo almost didn’t want to ruin the shy version of Izaya he never gets to see too much of. 

Or, well, almost.

Shizuo brought his other hand up from his side to reach underneath Izaya’s chin, tilting it ever so slightly up towards him, and Shizuo took a moment to stare into the latter’s wine red eyes appreciatively. It was almost like he could dive in, and go swimming in them for as long as Izaya would let him, and even then he can’t guarantee he wouldn’t be lost in the sheer beauty that was the story that those eyes told, like a piece of beautifully stained glass that held all the secrets to the world (his world) in them, but only if one knew where to look. Izaya was squirming again, suddenly realising the position he was in, and Shizuo couldn’t help but want to make his cute face blush some more.

“I really like you, Izaya,” Shizuo said, eyes still locked with Izaya’s, and he could feel Izaya’s futile attempt at trying to look away as he traced the way a renewed flush started to spread across his face once more. He refrained from using the proper ‘I love you’, feeling that that line was reserved more for more private settings, plus as hilarious as it would be, he had a feeling that Izaya would actually legitimately pull a knife on him if he were to say it right now. 

“Shizu-chan is horrible,” Izaya said, voice soft and exasperated at the same time, and Shizuo couldn’t help but smirk. 

“I know,” was all he said before he leant down to meet Izaya’s lips halfway.

Izaya tasted like mint, and maybe even coffee, and there was something so addicting about the taste that everytime they pulled apart, left Shizuo wanting to go back for more. It wasn’t a taste that Shizuo would usually like, but then again Izaya himself had always been the exception. Izaya’s kisses weren’t always like the personality he’d spent years building and crafting for himself; They were timid, yet self-assured enough to know what he wants, and they can be playful and maybe even forceful if Izaya was feeling up to it enough. Shizuo supposed that they, too, made up Izaya as who he was today, as who he had chosen to be with. Izaya was still shaking slightly from the embarrassment before, and Shizuo couldn’t help but smile into the kiss as he pulled the latter closer in reassurance.

Then, he heard clapping, and they broke apart to see what the commotion was about, only to find that the tournament had ended, and all the kids were eagerly running up to their parents or guardians to show them their new coloured belt with childlike glee. At the same time, Shizuo noticed Mairu and Kururi running (technically only Mairu was running) towards them, each holding green belts in front of them to show their brother. Shizuo unwrapped his hand from Izaya’s waist.

Izaya coughed a little and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, as he almost reluctantly stepped away from his partner. Shizuo hung back, not wanting to ruin a nice family moment. Maybe Izaya would take them to eat dinner somewhere to celebrate, and Shizuo tried not to think too hard about the fact that Izaya always invited him to most of his family events. If Izaya caught him thinking about it too hard, he would undoubtedly start freaking out again. Shizuo huffed a laugh at the thought.

His phone vibrated in his pocket, and Shizuo looked down curiously as he pulled his phone out. A text from Tom, apparently, asking if he could work the following Tuesday, and Shizuo quickly responded to it before going to lock his phone. Obviously, what Izaya didn’t know was that just like how he had a picture of Shizuo as his lockscreen, Shizuo, too, had set his lockscreen to a nice picture of Izaya that he took a couple of months ago without the other noticing. Though, that was for Shizuo to know and Izaya to find out.

[drrrsecretsanta2019]

Holiday Kiss, my secret santa gift for Bree

Tucked away in a dark spot between two kiosks, Shizuo checks the notes and coins in his hand trying to figure out how many rides they can get him into. He’s left most of the money his mother gave him earlier this afternoon with his little brother; it seemed only fair given that he had gone to the fair with the intention of abandoning him. Kasuka will be fine, he knows, and that reassuring thought keeps him from feeling too guilty about intentionally lagging behind until the rest of the company, composed of his little brother and their cousins, had lost him completely. The chances are they will only look for him when their time of departure approaches. Kasuka is bright enough to guess that his older brother has disappeared on purpose and their cousins are unlikely to lament the loss of his company, except perhaps when an opportunity to mock him comes up and he’s nowhere to be seen, depriving them of the vicious pleasure of watching him seethe, unable to do anything to vent his frustration. Despite him thinking that he is entirely incapable of self-control, Shizuo has proven to his mother on countless occasions that he can restrain himself in order to not embarrass her or hurt her feelings. She has never told her son, but she often wishes the world was more understanding, less cruel towards her sweet older boy who can be the most loving young man if given the opportunity but can just as easily explode in rage if faced with injustice. What she has told him is that people are often cruel by defense, to hide their insecurities, and that deep down everyone is flawed and scared, and he tries his best to always remember it.

He’s still struggling with the simple maths of how many rides the amount in his possession translates into when he catches a voice that has adrenaline coursing through his veins and drowning away any hints of coherency. He snaps his head to the direction of said voice, already seeing red, but stumbles upon confusion as he’s faced with a rather unexpected image and it’s only then that he registers the words he’s hearing.

“Now, you will both stay close – no running away on a whim, Mairu! If you’re not holding my hand, I want you to be maximum two steps ahead of me.”

“Izaya-kun?”

This is perhaps the calmest he has ever sounded with that name on his tongue. Izaya must recognize his voice just as easily, because he freezes immediately, going completely still for a moment as he’s hunched over. Then he whips around to face Shizuo while simultaneously stretching his hands out a bit on his sides, as if to protect the small figures behind him from the beast before them.

“Sh-shizu-chan?” he stutters, his face a pale white devoid of any emotion other than apprehension. “I am here with my sisters” he adds quickly, clearly in an attempt to deter Shizuo from causing a scene and oblivious to the fact that Shizuo himself has no such intention.

“I can see that”, he says instead, a bright smile on his face as he sends a friendly nod to the two faces obscured be Izaya’s outstretched arms. “Hello” he adds as he ducks to get a better look. The girls peer at the stranger behind the barrier of their brother, gazes inquisitive and perceptive, one closed-off and the other mischievous. It’s the mischievous one who steps forward first, ignoring her brother’s attempt to keep her hidden by shifting his weight.

“Are you friends with Iza-nii?”

There’s a short pause, during which the other girl also steps forward, with a look on her face that reminds Shizuo a little of his brother, until he finally shrugs and replies lightly “we have some common friends”. It’s not a lie, but it’s not exactly the answer to the question posed either. But the girls seem content anyway, the one with mischief clear in her eyes nodding enthusiastically and greeting him with a joyful hi as the other one simply blinks.

“We’re here to kill a couple of hours. The fair is big enough to fit us both, so let’s just steer clear of each other and call it a ceasefire for New Year’s Eve.”

Izaya sounds composed, but the look on his face is too rigid to be anything but anxious. The similarity between the three siblings is uncanny. Shizuo knows from Shinra that Izaya’s sisters are identical twins, but he didn’t expect them to also look so much like their brother. Especially the one with braided long hair could be a spitting image of him when he was her age.

“That’s fine” he says, his eyes still on the tiny girls gazing up at him. “I’m also just killing some time.”

“On your own? Can’t you find even a single person to put up with you during the holidays?” Izaya scoffs, some of the customary hostility they share having returned to his posture. Shizuo chooses to ignore it and explains calmly that he’s lost his company and before he’s finished speaking he has two Orihara girls clinging to his legs.

“You can come with us!” the talkative one exclaims as her sister joins her in a chorus for the last two words.

“I’m sure he has better things to do”, Izaya provides, arms crossed in front of his chest, but Shizuo is fast to disprove him.

“I don’t, actually.” He watches Izaya’s eyes widen comically before turning to the little girls still clinging onto him. “I’d love to tag along, if your brother’s ok with that.” It’s cheap of him, he knows. Izaya would probably agree to jumping off the roof to save himself from his sisters’ wailing. But he’ll take what he can.

Unsurprisingly, Izaya is broody for the first several minutes of their joint wandering. The girls are overexcited with the unexpected addition of a new member to their company and with the variety of options around them, bouncing eagerly from one side to the other, arguing between themselves about which rides they should go to and what sweets they should buy from the kiosks, while Izaya follows them closely, sulking in a very uncharacteristic manner. Shizuo manages to extract the names of the girls from him – Mairu, the one with the braid, and Kururi, the quiet one – and their age – 6. Shizuo watches him from the corner of his eye, walking beside him with his shoulders tense and his jaw set, as if ready for a fight. He’s never been blind to Izaya’s good looks, but it’s always been easy to look past them and focus on his annoying antics instead. But out here, in the middle of a crowded fair, with Christmas lights casting golden and crimson hues along Izaya’s pale face, it’s hard to think of anything else. With Izaya on the defensive there are no biting comments, no sarcastic smirks, only a handsome boy walking next to him, quietly watching his sisters ahead of him. It’s endearing really.

“Your sisters are fun.” Izaya tenses next to him, but keeps quiet. “I have never seen you with them before.”

“Do you spend your free time stalking me, Shizu-chan?”

Deep down everyone is flawed and scared, he repeats his mother’s words to himself and chuckles. “I just mean that I could never picture you this way. I have a little brother myself-”

“I know”, Izaya cuts him off with cold indifference, as if this brief exchange has managed to bore him already. “How come he’s not tailing you? Does your mother not force you to take him along with you everywhere?”

It sounds like a typical, if somewhat petty, older brother complaint and Shizuo finds himself feeling amused. “He’s somewhere around here with our cousins.”

When Izaya turns to look straight at him, Shizuo feels as if the world has momentarily stopped turning. His eyes look unnaturally bright as they reflect the neon signs around them and the way he stares openly at Shizuo’s face, it’s as if he’s reaching into his mind and caressing every thought of his. “Not a very good company, I guess?” He’s shrugging before Shizuo has had the chance to offer a reply, turning away to follow his sisters to one of the kiosks selling soft ice, scoffing family is overrated over his shoulder and the moment Shizuo thinks they shared is gone just like that.

Between arguing about which rides are best suited for the twins’ age and munching on jelly beans and soft ice and chocolate bars and pretty much anything sugar-loaded available, they end up not going to that many rides after all. They agree on the least exciting-looking roller coaster, one that is clearly destined for the younger ages, and Mairu is practically furious about said choice, as if this specific roller coaster constitutes a personal insult for her. But it’s the only one her brother will allow her on and she’s been bugging them about getting on a roller coaster since the moment they arrived, so she gives in eventually. Shizuo sits with Kururi behind Izaya who is vainly trying to restrain Mairu next to him. It’s not that bad, after all. Kururi has a wide grin on her face throughout the ride while Mairu squeals incessantly, throwing her arms in the air and howling like a wolf, but it’s Izaya’s crystalline laughter that echoes in Shizuo’s ears even after they’ve climbed out of their seats and moved on to buy tickets to the Ferris wheel. Mairu climbs in with Shizuo this time and gives him multiple heart attacks by swinging her legs non-stop, making their car rock precariously from side to side. They get the girls on the carousel afterwards, standing by next to each other and watching them ride on their fake horses with huge grins on their faces.

“You could have gotten on the more exciting rides on your own” Izaya says at some point, but there’s no mocking lilt in his voice, no malice, just a matter-of-fact statement. “You would have probably had more fun.”

“Nah. I’m having a good time as it is.”

The girls come running shortly after and they’re off to find the next ride to spend their money on, but Izaya’s gaze lingers on Shizuo as they move on.

As they’re passing by the shooting games, Mairu suddenly starts jumping up and down, her little arm extended in the air and pointing at something. “Iza-nii, I want THAT!” she’s shrieking within seconds, grabbing her brother’s pants and pulling him towards one of the games. There’s a metallic headband with deer ears and antlers hanging along with an assortment of plushies and hats at the back, which serve as prizes for those who manage to shoot down a number of targets. “They’re so beautiful!” she croons and Shizuo can see why. The antlers are long and thin, painted rose gold. The ears are fluffy, made of a combination of felt and faux fur, and sprinkled with stardust. The top of the headband is decorated with small silk flowers, of different sizes and colors. It’s certainly cheap and flimsy, as all carnival prizes tend to be, but it still looks like someone put great care into making it.

“Elf” Kururi mutters, joining her sister in front of the kiosk and pointing at an elf hat, complete with pointy ears, just a bit to the right of the deer headband.

Izaya sighs, exasperated with his sisters’ antics, but asks how much it costs to try his luck anyway. When the clearly bored employee hands him a shotgun, Izaya turns to extend it to Shizuo. “Come on, Shizu-chan, show us what you’ve got.”

Needless to say, Shizuo fails miserably. He manages to shoot down one target and is a second away from splitting the toy gun in half by the time he runs out of bullets. The twins are close to tears from disappointment, but Izaya looks sorely amused. He pays for another round, places the gun against his shoulder, takes aim and keeps entirely still for a second, before pulling the trigger and missing the first target by a hair. He remains calm and still despite the disappointed sounds his sisters make. He adjusts his position quietly, not losing his concentration, takes a deep breath and holds it before pulling the trigger and shooting down the first target. The twins scream with excitement and start jumping up and down excitedly, while Shizuo whistles his approval. Izaya ignores their reactions completely and continues in the same pace until he’s shot down all targets and won the headband for Mairu and then reluctantly pays for another round to win Kururi’s elf hat as well.

“You’re really good!” Shizuo exclaims when Izaya turns around to join them, handing over Kururi’s prize.

“And you’re predictably terrible” is what Izaya offers in reply, but his mood is clearly lighter than before as he basks in the awe-stricken stares of the crowd that has gathered to watch him shoot one target after the other.

“Where did you learn to shoot like that?”

“Didn’t you know? When I’m not wrecking Raijin with you, I’m a hitman for the yakuza.”

Despite his tone dripping with sarcasm, Shizuo has the sinking feeling that it wouldn’t be too farfetched for Izaya. It must show on his face because Izaya laughs at him like a madman.

Half an hour later, they’re sitting at a picnic bench facing each other, watching the girls run around with other kids not far from them. A comfortable silence has descended between them and Shizuo thinks to himself that Izaya is almost nice to be around when he’s not actively trying to piss him off. He lets his gaze wander to the boy sitting opposite him, studying his profile as the other is busy watching his sisters with a look that resembles affection too closely to look anything but foreign on him.

“This was nice.”

Izaya doesn’t refute this, but he keeps silent long enough to get Shizuo worried. His gaze is still following his sisters although his attention has clearly shifted. He drums his fingers on the table between them and hums skepticism in the back of his throat. “And it’s back to normal after the holidays, right?” He only cuts his gaze to Shizuo when his question goes unanswered and coming face to face with confusion he continues “Me pissing you off, you trying to kill me. Life at Raijin as we know it.”

Izaya’s features are set in hard resolve and his expression feels out of place in their current setting. He looks almost upset and Shizuo is shaking his head rendered weak with uncertainty. “It doesn’t have to be.”

Izaya’s jaw tenses, he averts his gaze to stare at the surface of the table instead, pressing his lips tight together as if to keep himself from saying something he’ll regret. Shizuo thinks he should say something, but as he opens his mouth, still uncertain of what’s going to come out of it, Izaya’s cell phone starts ringing and the moment is gone. As Izaya checks the screen for the caller’s identity and grimaces irritation, the twins arrive running at the table chanting a chorus of mom.

“Hello? Yes, hi mother” Izaya speaks into the receiver rolling his eyes and swatting his sisters’ hands away from him and the device. “Have you just landed? Alright, we’ll see you at home then.” The girls have fisted their little hands in his coat and are trying to pull him away from the table even before he’s hung up, Kururi murmuring late while Mairu alternates between shrieking with joy and berating her brother for not taking them home earlier. “They have just landed at the airport. They are still waiting for their luggage and they need at least an hour to get home from there, so stop dragging me!” They let go of him eventually, but they stay hovering by the table, eager to leave asap, so Izaya stands begrudgingly. “I guess it’s time we left, Shizu-chan.”

“It was nice meeting you, girls” Shizuo says as he gets up and then squats to be at the same level with the twins, trying his best to conceal his disappointment at having this evening cut short. He finds it easier than he originally thought as the twins throw themselves at him, hugging him tightly and wishing him a happy new year. Mairu goes on to heatedly explain that their parents are coming back for the New Year celebrations and they have to rush back home to welcome them and Shizuo can’t help but smile goofily at her excitement. Kururi just looks up at him and takes the hat off her head to place it on his. Present is all she says, but her eyes make it clear that she will not take no for an answer, so Shizuo thanks her and leaves the hat on. He hears Izaya chuckling above him, but Mairu is jumping on the table next thing he knows and when he looks up, Izaya has the deer antlers propped on his head, looking surprised and adorable. It’s Shizuo’s turn to chuckle, but as Izaya’s eyes narrow with irritation he states “you look cute” and watches color rise in the other’s face.

“If you tell anyone, I’ll kill you.” Shizuo takes it for the empty threat it is and just smiles.

“Leave it on, it suits you” and he takes a step forward, effectively stepping into Izaya’s personal space, leaning in to plant a kiss on his cheek. Izaya starts, shocked at the close proximity and clearly not knowing what to expect, and the kiss lands not exactly on his cheek, but at the corner of his lips, leaving the both of them embarrassed as the girls stare at them with matching devilish grins. “Happy New Year”, Shizuo blurts before turning to leave, to go find his brother and cousins so they can all leave together, the image of Izaya looking literally like a deer caught in the headlights imprinted on his memory.

DRRRSecretSanta2019: A lovely fic for @breedafool by Astroenergy! Thank you so much for participating!!

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Hearts Like Ours Chapter 13

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Shizuo grumbles as he wakes to squirming against his side. The room is still dark and cold, and he and Izaya are nestled in the soft bedding, tangled in each other. Shizuo blinks more into consciousness and tugs Izaya firmly against him, noticing Izaya is trembling and whimpering in his sleep.

“Oi. Flea.” Shizuo shakes him a bit, not wanting to startle him. Izaya has been much better about these nightmares lately, but this one is clearly something frightening. Izaya's face is scrunched in pain and fear, and Shizuo hates it. As gently as he can, he shakes Izaya once more.

When Izaya's eyes open, they're wide with panic. He shoots up in bed, away from Shizuo, his breath coming in ragged pants as he curls into himself and hides his face from Shizuo. Izaya's first instinct in his most vulnerable moments is to hide, to save face. Shizuo hates it as much as he hates any other bad habit of Izaya's, but instead of pushing forward, he sits and waits for Izaya to move or to say something.

“I'm sorry,” Izaya says at last, his voice small and muffled.

“Don't apologize to me for nightmares,” Shizuo says, reaching out very gently and touching Izaya's shoulder. Izaya flinches, but then he relaxes, his face slowly lifting from his arms.

“Are you implying I should apologize for something else?” Izaya asks, his usual lilt still missing from his playful words. Shizuo snorts.

“As if you're actually sorry for anything you do.”

“And yet, here you are.”

“Here I am.”

Izaya slowly uncurls his body, his breaths coming easier. He moves closer, worming his way into Shizuo's arms, and Shizuo gladly pulls him closer, one of his hands going into Izaya's hair, his other arm wrapped snugly around Izaya to keep him where he belongs. Izaya hides his face into Shizuo's neck, his arms and legs wrapping around Shizuo entirely.

“Want to talk about it?” Shizuo asks.

“Mmm. It wasn't particularly interesting.” Izaya hums, the vibrations tickling Shizuo's throat. “You smell good.”

Shizuo grins. “Oh, yeah?”

“I'm glad you've finally started to use my body wash. Whatever you were using before didn't compliment you at all.”

“I can't afford all your bullshit. I just use yours when mine runs out.”

“Taking advantage of my high-class lifestyle, Shizu-chan? How very basic of you,” Izaya all but purrs, his lips brushing at Shizuo's skin when he talks. Shizuo growls and noses into his dark hair, inhaling Izaya's unique scent that's always driven him crazy.

“As if you don't take advantage of me being around. It's no secret everyone's scared of you now that I'm living here.” Izaya doesn't meet clients at the apartment anymore, and Namie mostly works from home, though she does stop by more often than Shizuo would like. Most people don't even want to be around Shizuo and his rage, which makes it all the more bizarre that Izaya does.

“I do take advantage of you,” Izaya agrees. “You've finally noticed.”

“You're insane,” Shizuo growls, a groan escaping him when Izaya positions himself so he can grind down into Shizuo's lap.

“You like me being insane,” Izaya murmurs, lifting his head and brushing his lips against Shizuo's, who immediately yanks Izaya closer, his hand lifting to Izaya's chin to pry his mouth open and force his tongue inside. The noise Izaya makes sets fire to Shizuo's blood, makes him blind with desire and want so strong he'd destroy anyone and everything to get it. Izaya loves Shizuo's strength, his temper. Shizuo doesn't get it at all, but like fuck he's complaining.

“Izayaaaaaaaaa...” Shizuo growls again, pulling Izaya down against his dick and watching Izaya's eyes slide closed, his mouth opening on a moan that Shizuo muffles with his tongue. He nips Izaya's lip, draws blood.

“Monster,” Izaya breathes, rolling his hips to meet Shizuo's every thrust, his fingernails sinking into Shizuo's shoulders.

“You like it,” Shizuo grumbles, tossing Izaya's words back at him as well as he can with a sex muddled, half-asleep brain. Izaya laughs breathlessly.

“I do. I'm hopelessly addicted to your angry sex, Shizu-chan, I hope that's not a problem.”

“Out of your mind,” Shizuo reiterates. Sometimes he actually worries about how crazy Izaya is, but it's worked out well for them both so far. No one else would attempt anything like this with Shizuo. No one else would taunt him and drive him wild on purpose. It's always been Izaya.

Shizuo barely bothers with prepping Izaya. He fucks Izaya so often, before they went to sleep, in fact, and Izaya really gets off harder if it hurts a little bit. Shizuo is always careful not to hurt Izaya in a way that actually lasts, but he has no doubt if he did, Izaya would be ecstatic about it. Izaya has those dreams, the ones where Shizuo is actually a monster trying to kill him, but Izaya says the monster doesn't wear Shizuo's face anymore. It's something else in his head, and he isn't and never has been afraid of Shizuo. That alone makes it impossible not to cave and give Izaya everything he asks for, which is always more.

Damn insatiable flea.

As soon as Shizuo slides inside Izaya, he's setting a rough pace, pounding Izaya into his expensive sheets and relishing every gasp, every moan Izaya gives him. Shizuo bites at Izaya's neck, marking him. Izaya doesn't complain about it anymore because he says it's just like a beast to mark his territory for everyone to see, and Shizuo can't deny that seeing Izaya's skin peppered with bruises and bite marks fills him with a possessive satisfaction.

Izaya comes first, his entire body clenching around Shizuo's as his eyes roll back, his mouth dropping open. It's really the only time Izaya doesn't seem to be thinking, but of course Shizuo wouldn't be shocked if the blissed out bastard was still plotting while getting his brains fucked out. Shizuo hisses when Izaya tightens around his dick, Izaya's body trembling almost uncontrollably in the aftermath of his orgasm, and Shizuo buries himself as deeply as he can go while he comes, hovering over Izaya so he can watch Izaya's expression as he's filled up.

Izaya gasps, arching under Shizuo and fitting against his body. “Shizu-chan...!”

Shizuo collapses onto Izaya, licking into his mouth and kissing him deeply, languidly, until he feels Izaya relaxing under him, clearly ready to sleep once more.

“Not yet...” Izaya murmurs when Shizuo starts to pull out. Shizuo complies, as he always does. It's not uncommon for Izaya to want him like this for a while longer. They've both fallen asleep before still connected, and likely will tonight as well. Izaya can be downright cuddly when he chooses to be. It's something Shizuo never would've expected, but he loves it. He settles over Izaya, who is using him as a blanket by this point, and Shizuo buries his nose into the softness of the pillow and inhales Izaya's scent as he falls asleep.

When he wakes again, he expects Izaya to already be up and about, as is usually the case. To his surprise, Izaya is next to him, propped on his elbow, grinning down at Shizuo and looking entirely smug.

“Wha...time 's it?” Shizuo mumbles, lifting a hand to wipe crusted drool off his chin.

“Oh, I don't know. I only just woke up as well. You were saying my name,” Izaya says.

“Must've been a bad dream,” Shizuo huffs.

“It sounded like you were moaning my name, Shizu-chan.” Izaya continues. “What kind of dream were you having?”

“Really?” Shizuo asks, narrowing his eyes at Izaya. “We have sex all the time, and you think me having a sex dream about you is something I'd be embarrassed about?”

“So it was a sex dream! How mortifying for you, Shizu-chan. I knew you wanted me all the time while you're conscious, but asleep too? You really are insatiable, you know.”

“I'm insatiable? You realize you're so greedy for my dick that you hardly even let me pull out anymore? You pitch a fit every time.”

“So then don't do that,” Izaya says with finality. He rolls over Shizuo, hovering over him. “I already told you I was addicted to your angry sex. Does it make you happy to know you've done that to me?”

“Yes,” Shizuo says easily, grinning up at him.

“No one else would ever compare now,” Izaya says wistfully. “I'll have to cancel my group orgy later this week.”

“As if anyone would come here. They know I'm here. They know I'm fucking you.”

“Oh, right. I forgot to tell you, Shizu-chan, my plans were to poison you, and then have an orgy. But I decided against it, so it's in your best interest not to eat the mochi ice cream in the freezer.”

“You got mochi ice cream?” Shizuo asks with excitement. Izaya doesn't like sweets, so it has to be for Shizuo. Izaya smirks down at him.

“Yes. It's to die for, aren't you listening?”

“As if you'd poison me. I wouldn't die anyway,” Shizuo says, battling with himself about whether he wants to fuck Izaya again and then go get the ice cream, or whether he wants to carry Izaya to the kitchen, taste the ice cream, and then fuck Izaya there.

“I know.” Izaya sighs, sounding wistful again. “I'll never be rid of you.” Shizuo tries to pull him down to kiss him, but Izaya swats him away. “No, your breath stinks. My breath stinks! We aren't doing this now.”

“Fine,” Shizuo says, his mind made up. He rolls out of bed and goes straight to the freezer, happy when he sees different boxes of flavors, and he pops an entire strawberry mochi into his mouth, chewing it like it's not freezing cold. He tears into the red bean box next.

Izaya enters the kitchen fully dressed and looking perfect as always, and he grins at Shizuo, who is leaned over the counter, five opened boxes of ice cream in front of him.

“You're such a savage. Are those all the boxes? Are you eating every one of them for breakfast?” Izaya asks, moving towards him. His eyebrows lift. “Are you making coffee?”

“Yeah, coffee's for you,” Shizuo says while munching on a chocolate mochi. “There are too many flavors to decide on one. So I'm trying them all.”

“You're doing more than 'trying'.” Izaya flits about to get a mug, his oat milk, NO sugar, Shizuo notes with a wrinkled nose. Izaya likes the bitterness of black coffee, but he says he likes the underlying flavor of oat milk. To Shizuo, oat milk tastes like water.

“Aren't you going to eat anything?” Shizuo asks as he puts the opened boxes back into the freezer. He watches Izaya hop onto the counter and blow on the coffee, steam swirling over his eyes.

“No time. I have an appointment.”

“You could take something with you,” Shizuo says, gesturing to the bag of bagels next to Izaya's thigh. “Those are portable.”

“I can't go meet Shiki-san with my breath smelling like onions, Shizu-chan.”

“Then maybe buy regular bagels?”

“Regular bagels are boring.”

Shizuo huffs and moves to stand in front of Izaya, who spreads his legs to make room for him. Shizuo grips at his thighs, glares into his eyes.

“You're always on the go, so you should have stuff to carry with you. I would've made breakfast if I knew you had an appointment,” Shizuo says.

“Who knew what a worrywart you are?” Izaya asks, his eyes rolling. But his smile is bright, and Shizuo can tell he's delighted by the attention. “You made me coffee. That's good enough.”

“You're too skinny. There's barely anything to grab.” Shizuo clenches at Izaya's thigh to demonstrate, and Izaya's breath catches.

“You've never complained before.” Izaya sips at his coffee, his eyes darkening as he looks at Shizuo.

“Why are you dressed?” Shizuo reaches for the button of Izaya's pants, growls when Izaya swats his hands away. “You think you can leave before I've had you?”

“I repeat, insatiable. You're insatiable.” Izaya hops off the counter, takes a deep gulp of the still hot coffee, and opens the cabinet to get his portable coffee mug. Shizuo wraps himself around Izaya from behind, noses into his hair. “Shizu-chan.”

“Tell Shiki-san you'll be late,” Shizuo murmurs, pressing his hips against Izaya's ass, his fingers trailing under the fabric of Izaya's shirt.

“As if I could do that! You're—!” Izaya gasps as he's lifted, Shizuo turning him around and pressing him against the counter as if Izaya was nothing more than stuffed animal. Izaya really doesn't weigh much of anything. Shizuo kisses him hungrily, tasting the bitterness of the coffee.

“Your mouth...is freezing...” Izaya grumbles between their lips meeting. “You taste like sugar. Like all five boxes of flavors.”

“Good, right?” Shizuo asks, nibbling at Izaya's lip.

“Variety is the spice of life.” Izaya sighs as Shizuo kisses him again. Shizuo loves the way Izaya yields to him, melds against Shizuo like he was made to. It drives Shizuo wild, especially when Izaya's legs curl around him and Izaya grabs onto Shizuo like he'll die without Shizuo's arms around him.

“Reschedule,” Shizuo murmurs as he finally undoes Izaya's pants. “You've got more pressing issues.”

For a fleeting moment, it seems like Shizuo is going to get his way. He pulls Izaya's pants halfway down and gets a hand inside Izaya's briefs, curls his fingers around Izaya's dick and relishes the sharp breath Izaya takes as Izaya curls into Shizuo, his eyes heavy-lidded with lust.

“Wanna be inside you,” Shizuo growls into Izaya's ear. “You want me too, you always do.”

Izaya nods, looking dazed. His hips twitch, pushing his dick further into Shizuo's grasp. “You...nnn... You belong inside me...”

“Goddamn right, I do,” Shizuo says, his free hand lifting to press over Izaya's soul mark. “You're mine.”

Izaya groans and licks into Shizuo's mouth, his breath choppy. Shizuo is just about to carry him to the couch when the door suddenly busts open, startling them both.

“Good morning!” Shinra says happily as he strolls inside. He pauses, looking at the compromising position Izaya and Shizuo are in, but Shinra barely even flinches. “Don't you have a bedroom, Izaya-kun?”

“This is our apartment!” Izaya hisses. In his hand is a knife, which he immediately sets on the counter upon seeing it's only Shinra.

“Well, the door was unlocked! Celty's out and about today, and I thought I'd come see the two of you. It really is so much easier to see my friends when they live together now!”

“I'm going to kill him,” Shizuo says to Izaya, who is tragically pulling his pants back up.

“Get dressed first,” Izaya says. “You're naked.”

Shizuo blinks and looks down at himself. He really did just roll out of bed and eat ice cream, naked. He thought he was wearing boxers this entire time.

“Not that I mind,” Izaya adds, snapping the lid in place on his to-go cup of coffee. “But Shinra shouldn't be treated to such a show. Also, Shizu-chan, if you don't start locking my door, I'm going to withhold sex from you.”

“As if you could,” Shizuo grumbles, stalking towards the stairs to go get dressed. “There's no need for a lock when I'm here.”

“Clearly there is if people like Shinra can just waltz inside.”

“People like me! I'm your friend!” Shinra says, not sounding the least bit offended.

“Yes, and look at the company I keep.”

Shizuo dresses and reenters the room to see Izaya pulling his coat on, his expression bored as Shinra prattles on about something insignificant. Izaya smirks at Shizuo and grabs his coffee off the table.

“Alright, I'm off. Try not to goad Shizu-chan into a fight, Shinra. He'll destroy my things, and I'm not in the mood to shop.”

“No one needs to goad him! He just gets mad no matter what!” Shinra says.

“He's gotten better about it.” Izaya takes a step towards the door. “Keeping him sexually satisfied has done a real number for his temper.”

“I'm not satisfied,” Shizuo snaps. “Someone interrupted us.”

“See, Shinra? You've goaded him already.” Izaya isn't the least bit surprised as Shizuo grabs onto his hood, pulls him backwards, and kisses him.

“Be safe,” Shizuo says, his voice soft. Izaya grins up at him.

“Aren't I always?”

“No. You're always being a pest. Keep the flea antics to a minimum and come home soon, okay?” Shizuo tilts his forehead to Izaya's.

“Right. Someone has to make sure you don't go off without me and terrorize the city.”

“Don't you like me terrorizing the city?”

“Yes. But not without my being there.”

Shizuo kisses him again and lets him go, watching as Izaya slips out the door and into the city for his meeting and God knows what else. Shizuo frowns, considers going after him, but thinks better of it. He'll know if Izaya gets himself into trouble. He always knows.

“I'm glad the two of you worked it out,” Shinra says. He's at the fridge, going through it as if he lives here too. “I knew when I introduced you that you would reach this point! Aren't you lucky to have a friend like me?”

Shizuo growls as Shinra opens the freezer and looks over the boxes of ice cream.

“No. And next time you barge in here, I'm throwing you out the window. Get away from my shit!” He stomps to Shinra and yanks him backwards. Shinra merely wanders off to get into something else, unfazed as ever.

“You're an older brother, Shizuo-kun, I thought you'd be more generous!”

“I am to my brother.” He glares after Shinra, who beelines for the couch. “Why are you here?! Go home and wait for Celty!”

“I really did want to see you and Izaya-kun! We haven't seen each other much lately with the two of you locked in here together. Celty will come by when she's done with her errands. We decided to meet here,” Shinra says.

“Without consulting either one of us.”

Shinra shrugs. “You'd have declined if we asked. You can't spend all your time having sex!”

“It's not all the time,” Shizuo defends, and then he snarls at Shinra. “Mind your business!”

“What else do you and Izaya-kun do? There's rumors going around that you're both coming up with a terrible plot to rule over the city. Ah, but Izaya-kun is probably behind those rumors. He frequents chatrooms under different names and says all kinds of things. Do you think Izaya-kun cross-dresses? He often pretends to be a woman online.”

Shizuo did know that already. Izaya is nothing if not an eccentric, though Izaya has said he hasn't worn a dress in 'a while'. However long ago that may have been.

“This isn't minding your business,” Shizuo snaps.

“Oh, come on! Izaya-kun never gives details about his life! I was hoping you would!”

“Well, I won't.”

Shinra pouts for all of five seconds before springing to his feet and wandering off somewhere else in the apartment. Shizuo decides following Shinra will only make Shizuo angry, so he makes himself comfortable on the couch and turns the channel from Izaya's cartoons to a cooking show.

There was a time Shizuo thought he'd be incredibly happy with a peaceful life. And he wasn't. He was bored as hell, waiting with baited breath for something, anything to happen. He never knew before how much he needed to stand out from the crowd until he blended in, and like most things in his life, good and bad, he has Izaya Orihara to thank for that.

He smiles at his phone as a text from Izaya comes through, and he settles in, waiting for Shinra to wander back in, for Celty to come join them, and for Izaya to come back home to him.

[zoki-69-dragon]

Izaya Orihara x-reader

This is an AU, so the characters may not be exactly the same from the show, or manga. I have only watched Durarara and read the first book of the series so I am sorry if I messed a lot of things up.

Disclaimer: I don't own Durarara only the story idea. I also don't own the art.

(Chapter 1)

You had just moved to Ikebukuro a month ago and had seen some crazy things that didn't seem normal to you. Like a man who could pick up a vending machine and threw it at another guy or the story of the headless rider. You had a small apartment that you were living in not that you had to just you liked to. You're from a wealthy family in America but wanted a change in your life where no one knew who you were...

Today was just like any other day you get up and get ready for work, you worked at a bookstore that was not far from your home. It was a normal thing for you to get off work late at night even though people advised against you doing this, but you loved the night and didn't really care.

You were walking home after work when you noticed that you had someone following you. "Can I help you?" You ask rather coldly turning around to see someone that looked familiar.

"[Y/N]-Chan how cold," the raven-haired boy said with his brown/red eyes.

"Izaya don't you have better things to do than bother me?" You asked rolling your eyes at him. You had seen Izaya before a few times.

You knew who he was before though because just like him you too like gathering info on people, but you didn't go around playing with people's emotions the way he does. Yes, you had on a few occasions used the info you had on people to get out of sticky situations.

"You're awfully cold today [Y/N]-Chan," Izaya said giving a fake frown.

You roll your eyes and turn to continue walking home. Not caring that Izaya was walking right next to you complaining about how mean and cold you were being.

"Izaya," you say rather harshly turning to look at him just a block away from your apartment, "are you going to follow me home?"

Izaya just smiled and nodded his head like a little kid.

"If you're going to come to my home I have a few rules," You say rather blankly, "One no taking or messing with things and Two no complaining like a little kid."

"Okay [Y/N]-Chan~" Izaya cooed walking ahead of you but he stopped when he saw that you had a confused look on your face, "[Y/N]-Chan?"

"Yeah," you say snapping out of a thought you just had.

"What were you just thinking?" He asked with a ceruse look.

"I was thinking about if I had anything that I was worried about you touching," You say lying you were trying to figure out why he was walking in front of you, but snapped out of it when you remembered that it was Izaya.

Izaya gave you a look that said he didn't believe you. "[Y/N]-Chan lying is bad," he said waving his finger in the air like a parent would do when scolding their child.

You roll your eyes at him, "Izaya how can lying be bad, don't we all have our lies?" You asked walking closer to him to get a better view of his reaction to your words.

Izaya was dumbfounded for a minute but soon hid it by changing the subject, "Isn't this your apartment?"

You just smiled moving past him to open the door to your apartment. From Izaya's face, you could tell he was ceruse.

"Go ahead and look around," you said having nothing to hide.

Izaya took this as a chance to look through you're inter apartment. After a while, he made his way to your room and that's one room you didn't want him in.

"Izaya, don't go into that room," you say running over to your bedroom door to try and block it.

"Are you hiding something from me [N/N]-Chan?" He asked with a devilish smirk.

"No, I just hate people going into my bedroom," You say blocking your door as he tries to open it will you were talking.

"[Y/N]-Chan you said that I could look around and that you had nothing to hide," Izaya said making you hate yourself for saying that.

"Ugh, fine," You say opening your bedroom. Your room was really nice and had a large window that overlooked the city, so you could see everything.

He took no time to look through all of your stuff, but you had to say the worst part was when he made his way over to your dresser.

"Izaya it wouldn't polite to go through a lady's dresser," You say hoping this would stop him, but he turned to you with an evil grin.

"But [Y/N]-Chan you have nothing to hide right?" Izaya said teasing you as he opened the top drawer of your dresser but as soon as he opened it he shut it again. "I am no pervert, but you should see your face!" Izaya said before bursting out into full out laughter.

You could feel that your checks were hot from embarrassment. You hated him for doing that just to see your reaction. You walked out of your room to go get some tea to calm your nerves.

"Hey, flea want some tea?" You asked harshly pulling out two cups.

"[Y/N]-Chan don't use that name like that monster Shuz-chan," Izaya said with an upset toon and expression.

"Does me calling you that make you mad?" You asked trying to mimic Izaya's infamous grin.

This only made things worse for yourself. Izaya had an off-putting look in his eye and there was no sign of emotion on his face.

*buzz* *buzz*

"Ugh, yes," Izaya said picking up his phone that had been buzzing, "Alright, well it looks like will have to continue this later, [Y/N]-Chan," Izaya said walking over to the window and jumping out it.

You ran over the window to see that he was now on the ground, "Izaya use the door next time!" You yell at him.

"No," Izaya said smiling again, "See you later [Y/N]-Chan."

After he had left you faced palmed, realizing that you had told him that he could come back. "I am never going to get rid of that pest," you say before bursting into a hysterical laugh, "I was looking for an interesting life but who knew moving to a place like this would be just what I needed and know I have someone fun to play with."

(The next day at work)

Time had seemed to slow for the day you had got to work at 6 am and things just seemed slow and it's only been an hour.

*Bang*

"Was that a vending machine?" You asked yourself looking out the window to see someone holding a traffic sign, "Great Shizuo and Izaya are at it again."

"IZAYA!" Shizuo yelled throwing things at Izaya who was dodging left and right to avoid getting hit.

You watch as Izaya and Shizuo run down the road destroying the street.

"Why do they have to destroy everything?" You ask yourself shaking your head as if disappointed.

You sigh and go back to work. You liked working in the bookstore it had everything form Since Fiction to Anime and Manga. With all of this to read and more you were content for the most part the only thing missing was some fun. (Be careful what you wish for)

Someone came up behind you, but you heard them before they could get to close to you. Turning on your heals you see Izaya standing there with his hands out like he was about to try and cover your eyes from behind.

"Izaya, what were you about to do?" You asked looking at him with a raised brow.

"I was trying to surprise you," he said with a forced pouty face.

"Don't strain yourself," You say walking away from.

He looked confused for a moment. "[Y/N]-Chan~" he cooed following you.

You roll your eyes at him but when you turn to look at him you noticed that he was bleeding all over the floor that you have to clean.

"Izaya your bleeding!" You say rushing over to him to stop him from bleeding everywhere.

"I didn't know you cared so much [N/N]-Chan," Izaya said smiling but that was soon gone when you jabbed his wound a bit. "aw, be careful."

"Oh, I am so sorry," You say sarcastically, "Come here I have to see how bad it is."

As you were about to see how bad his wound was he passed out.

"This is just great," you say rolling your eyes as you pick Izaya up to move him to a better location.

You move him to the back of the bookstore and where his wound was you had to remove his jacket and shirt. His wound was not too deep, but it was bad enough that he needed stitches and he had a few cuts on his arms.

"You're lucky that I had gone through that medical course," You say banging him up, "but I feel you should probably go to the hospital."

"[Y/N]-Chan don't take me to the hospital," Izaya said in a week voice. He had lost a lot of blood and was really weak.

"Well do you have someone I can call?" You asked knowing that Izaya had a point about him going to a hospital with him being one of the most hated people in Ikebukuro.

"Yeah, my phone," he said weakly, "It's in my coat."

You get up and walk over to get his phone from his pocket when you were looking around his pocket you felt something cold that was defiantly not a phone. You pull it out to see it was a folding knife you put it back and then searched his other pocket for his phone when you finally found it you pulled it out and handed it to him.

"Here now call who you need to and have them come take care of you," you say wanting to get rid of him.

"That's not very nice [Y/N]-Chan," Izaya said even though he was injured he still held up his act.

(After the phone call with a certain doctor we all know and love)

"Well is whoever you talked to coming to take care of you?" You asked while finishing cleaning up the floor that had been bleed on.

"Yes and no," Izaya said grunting a bit as he moved from the pain of his wound.

"What do you mean by that?" You asked not having a good feeling about this.

"Well I told him to meet at your apartment," Izaya said with his usual grin.

You didn't say anything as you took out your phone to call your boss, "Hey boss I had a family emergency come up, I am going to close up and go deal with it, yeah sorry for the inconvenience."

You hung up the phone and looked at Izaya who had an amused look on his face, "You lied to your boss that's not good, [Y/N]-Chan."

"Yeah I rather lie to him then tell that you're here and need help," you say coldly helping Izaya to his feet to take him to your apartment that wasn't too far away.

When you finally reached your apartment, you saw that someone was waiting outside your door.

"Hi Shinra," Izaya said weakly waving at the man.

"I take your who this idiot called," you say flatly shoving Izaya to the wall to open your apartment door.

"Yeah, I am Shinra," he said following you into your apartment with Izaya.

"I don't mean to sound rude or anything, but can you fix him up, so he can go home and leave me the heck alone," you say narrowing your eyes at Izaya, "Also I am [Y/N]."

"Why are you so mean to me [Y/N]-Chan?" Izaya asked with his best hurt face he could pull of in his conidiation.

You roll your eyes at how pit if full he was acting.

Shinra had Izaya remove his shirt so he could get a good look at the wound, "Wow it looks like someone already did my job for the most part," Shinra joked undoing all the work you had done to get a better look.

"Well, how bad is it let me guess he's going to die at any time and there's nothing we can do?" You say joking you were bored and when you got bored things got weird.

Back in the first grade you had got bored with what a teacher was talking about and instead of doing anything a normal little kid might have you walked over to your teacher and stabbed her with a pencil. Of course, your parents paid to have it covered up and after that, they sent you to counseling, but let's just say that made things worse.

"Well I am done and no he's going to be perfectly fine, but he shouldn't move around for at least a few days," Shinra said cleaning up his stuff.

"Well, he can still go home right?" You asked with a raised brow in hope that you weren't stuck with him.

"I live in Shinjuku that's a little far for me to walk the way I am," Izaya said with a devilish grin.

"As a doctor, I would advise for him to stay here for a while," Shinra said having all his supplies that he had brought packed back up, "Well I have to get going."

With that Shinra left you alone with Izaya. You looked over to where Izaya was, he had made himself right at home on your couch.

"[N/N]-Chan~" Izaya cooed waving for you to come to him.

"What do you want Izaya?" You asked with a stern tone.

"I am hungry," he said playing with the TV remount.

You sighed. "How does fatty tuna sound?" You asked thinking you would just go to Russia Sushi.

"That sounds good, are you making it?" Izaya asked looking at you with hopeful eyes.

"Ugh... I guess I can, but I need to run to the market to get some stuff," you say walking to the door, "I'll be back, and please don't destroy my apartment will I am gone."

Izaya just smiled and nodded his head and went back to watching TV. With that, you left to go fetch supplies for food and a few other things for the unwanted guest...